"You"

"You"

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
Yes,
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

“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

(1993)

“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

(1997)

“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,

yesterday.)

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)

(1998)

"Two Flowers"

More affectionately known as "Olive Heads"...

Euro Mullet Chick 2003, version B

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

“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!

(2003)

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

Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious

I had my human stew

And chased it with a coke

(2003)