Thursday, March 7, 2013



My feet were worn
The day had been long
My eyes propped open
Not wanting to play along

How that changed
When sitting along the wall
Upon your elegant features
My eyes did fall

Your skin echoing the soft glow
Of the single chandelier
Your spirited eyes sparkling,
And a smile without measure

My heart did skip
It took a pause
My mind left to wander
My mind left to wander

My feet will now float
On their homeward journey
For my eyes were enchanted
By your magical beauty

September 2012

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

“My Blood is Ageing Concrete”

“My Blood is Ageing Concrete”

Now upon my shoulder is a roost
And upon do talons perch
Now my shoulder is a post
From this vantage does he search

From alleyways to breezeways
In bright of day or at night
He watches and observes man
Citing him somber and trite

My blood is ageing concrete
Here I gaze, to always stand
Though storms and ice scathe my skin
Coal black wings bring him to land

I stay to guard my courtyard
Why he comes, I do not know
While they praise the monument
Mankind cowers from the crow

“In God’s Shadow”

“In God’s Shadow”

Buttresses of stone rise with rough rocked lines
Portraying the domineering steeple, accompanied by gargoyle eyes

And under God’s shadow I spell with forced mellow
To my soul for a thought, I appeal, echoing hollow

Searching meandering by-ways for inner connection
Pointed stained glass windows cast back a disfigured reflection

Grasping to see a shard of my whole self
I peer through iron bound Angels to find Mary and Jesus embellishing a shelf

To blood painted doors I step my stilted stride
With Mary and Christ, surely God must reside

Determined burning hands grip the gates chilled iron handle
Muscles strain, but fail to dislodge the wood bound by metal

The cathedral locked and blessed by holy saints, I turn
Unnoticed I leave reading, “Become of God and Learn.”

The soulless chisel born message champions from beneath my soles
With the promise of knowledge in the almighty making thee whole

Yet cobweb draped halls remain removed from my tread,
But the rules bellowed from within, shall I follow till I’m dead?

Tis a dilemma whose answer harries not
A question that sails with the peace of a dreadnaught

For to no fire do I wish to never succumb
Yet to avoid this fate in life afore all is gray and numb

No. No! White brilliance beckons from within dreams coils
The purity of light splintered by denominational spoils

Buttresses of stone rise with form forced lines
Portraying the imperious steeple, flanked by darkening skies

“I Intend to Rot!”

I intend to rot!

I wear my socks
though they bother my toes
I wear my blanket
and underwear from Tuesday

I made it to the couch
(I fell asleep there,
I have a remote

I intend to rot
eating is too far away
so is the bathroom
it hurts, but I am busy rotting

the shades are down
and I hear rain
the heater is broke
and it is January

my feet are wet
I stepped in a puddle Wednesday
I ran out of booze
and should be getting ready for Church
(but, I intend to rot)


"Two Flowers"

More affectionately known as "Olive Heads"...

Monday, October 31, 2011

Euro Mullet Chick 2003, version B

and yes i gave this poem to the waitress, well version A that

“Euro Mullet Chick 2003, version B”

This is the story of euro mullet 2003
The sexiest woman I ever did see
But it is not so simple as one may assume
With loins afire and your mind out of tune
The lust evolved in a semi-subtle way
Climbing upon the heart, slipping, so sly, to stay

Not yet ensnared by whimsy and by smile
Out to eat, I scoured the menu for a short while
Then much to my pleasure, from heaven did settle
A hot lil mademoiselle with an ass forged of metal
But, compromised, my hopes simmered and jittered
For her long brown hair was uneven and so tattered
I thought to myself “How can this be?
The face must be lacking, despite the sculpted body.”

Sorrowed by deflation, my eyes slip down her shoulders
Then gracefully she turns, revealing radiant features
From beneath the euro mullet emerged diamond etched eyes
Beneath them a triangle, hedged by firm thighs
With elegant glib she asks for my order
Now not wanting food, my want is to court her
Reading the letters stretched across her breasts
I stammer, “Pizza”, eyeing a potential headrest
Shocked by my request, I sink into remorse
For bouillabaisse was my intended main course
With a flashing smile and a dazzling wink
Away she whisks with her cheeks flushed pink

Damn I wanted her with those tight tight abs
This was a lady whose dessert I had to have
A flight from my chair this big man did jump
The table settings falling to the ground in a lump
Following swishing brown hair, with scattered tips of blonde
I professed my admiration in spontaneous song,

“Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet Girl,
I need your little buns in my big ass world.
Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet Girl,
I nibble in your nape and bling you with pearls
Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet, Euro Mullet Girl,
I need your love tonight, our love must unfurl.”

Stunned innocence now swept across her angelic face
Her appeal enhanced by peaking panty lace
Swiftly and so quickly her hand swung in a slap
In deep bliss the sting arousing my longing lap

“So you want to play dirty with your euro mullet hair?
I could have guessed as much, but we should do it bare!”

She replied, “Cram it, you yankee, Mr. Rolly Polly Pizza boy.
I am not naïve, although I play at coy.
Just because I take your order, and flash my pearly whites,
Does not mean you can take me out for the night!”

With that she left me, my jaw hanging agape,
I went and waited for my dinner, and then I ate.
Throughout the evening the mullet flittered lightly
I dwelled in rejection, hymning notes quite contritely

Then after the bill was paid,
I planned my final flirt,
But much to my surprise,
She brought me cherries for desert,
This is the story of euro mullet 2003,
The sexiest woman I ever did see!

Human Stew with Coke, version B

For halloween...

“Human Stew with Coke, version B”

I crave my human stew,
I lust after my coke.
In the morning when I wake
I run into a yolk.
Now this makes me hungry,
And thirst ravages my bones,
I stumble to the pantry,
Cold, naked, and alone.
“Alas” the hold is empty
with no food to be found,
So I catch a bus to Luminy,
and begin to prowl the ground.

I spy a mutt to hunt
and begin a stealthy prowl
I dive in for a K9 supper
But am turned by an angry growl

Setting my sights on something trimmer
I stow along a rocky path
There I woo a young lady
With a dazzling display of math
Quickly I knock her in the head
And stick her in a sack
With famine in my stomach
To my pad, my prey, I pack.

Back in my violet kitchen
I prepare my bouillabaisse
Chopped onions, potatoes and carrots
Joined by a green curry paste

In a scare my morsel has awoken
And escaped the nap sack
Honestly, I am shocked
By her large and perky rack
Not to falter in the face of desire
I reach for my flesh cleaver
But as I take a swing
Her eyes lock on her eater
Before the killing blow is landed
She covers me with kisses
With resolve completely disbanded
I sink into a swirling oasis
And joyfully exclaim

I had my human stew
And chased it with a coke