Just
when I felt
claustrophobic..
a spiders skin,
shed.

When
I had forgotten
how to shine..
a web, wet
in the streetlight.

When
I thought
I couldn't get up,
that the rain
might never stop..
Incy Wincy.

Dear God, you heartless bastard
Where the devil have you been
You’ve not been near nor by me
You have not been heard or seen
I have had no words of wisdom
Nor some fatherly advice
All my prayers have gone unanswered
Now, that isn’t very nice
Though I know I’m not an angel, and
In fact, sometimes I’m hell
There is good inside me somewhere
As I’m sure that you can tell
For the love of bleeding Jesus
I have never asked for much
If a miracle’s a problem
Could you please, just get in touch

Carnally evil (only for adult minded)
The life within my arms
was tried
from day one to the end
but I had no need to say
Amen,
Till today I have
yet not been totally spent…

The souls belonging to a species of a kind
leave indelible memories far behind,
betwixt curvaceous arms and limbs
we slaughtered
day without and day within
yet not satiated to the fullest extent,
we still have many more years unspent…,

I very rarely get up at the breaking of dawn
a blanket of muddy clouds
overcasts

an eyelash slither of light sliped pass
as the crescent moon cuts it's way through
with a wink

suddenly, in the neighbors yard next door
three startled deer stood in line
watching me
as I turned into my driveway

a quick dash and off
they ran for the thick woods
safe from the light of my headlights

we whip dead horses
frenzy dance
in damp clay t rance

the sparrow tree with
its death fingers stroking
a bitter blue
a greater hue

broken soul
fragments corner
like a wheel broken
like a wagon token

carrying beneath
the load of rain
forgotten pains

lips too small and thin
nose too potatoed
ears prompting Spock jokes
eyes too beadily hazed
beard too patchy
hair uncut, sleepishly tossed
teeth way too small and bent
cheek bones too high
chin pointing at you, somehow
eyebrows too low knotted
hairline too scared and running
jowls looking to wrinkle sagged
belly too round, held in forever
feets too big
knees bowed wide and knobby
and a cock
that could play
left tackle for
the steelers

One time I’m in the mould and jamming with the worms.
Another locked in stir and nearer lunacy
than half a dozen men that I have ever been.
I think, therefore I stink when I again would drink.
So many faces grace the moods I shred as lace
and I cannot keep thought from jumbling in a knot.
Once long ago when strong I hung it on the moon.
The ethanol and madness fall and cause me crawl
from that white light the werewolf fights on brilliant nights.
So what is real and what is thought I’ll rot to know,

You know,
that space
that holds us
together
so close
not even a word can enter edgewise,
the scent of us yodelling with the edelweiss and lama
that ascent that climbs into wetlands we have
all but forgotten
and
stretches into an eternity that must linger until....

you remember, just like this
and
don't you feel it too, my darling?

Now breathe.

Listen
As if it were a whisper of salvation at the lip of the cliff
The summit of the waterfall
The roaring of the flame
Listen
A cup of gentle solitude passed silently across
The very heart of what you need
The words you longed to hear
Listen
The deepest gaze of exploration
The open hands of truth
The sweetness of dawn
Listen
Drinking in the rising sun
A fading tail-light
A baby’s weight within your tender arms
Listen
Like the last time I would see you

Image; Visual- what one sees.

Through the mirrored sky I plunge
my weight meets clouds that oscillate
now caused to dance
the sandy bottom of the sea
full rippled with reflections as I glance
before the world becomes opaque
weeds sway in hair-like waves
their colours melding blurred
I see small snails slowly move on rocks
anemones bright like flowers
what visions when the water's ours.

Image: Olfactory- what one smells