MAMA
Beefy titmice
Permanent chickadee,
Marvels I must leave
Push, fling, provide
The briefest infancy.
Category Archives: poems
VOLCANO WATCH . . . My unrelenting act of defiance, writing verse, and the first poem of the new year
VOLCANO WATCH
Punch tools, cutups
Antlered animals
Arm bones astonish.
Antipodes hook.
Winged jewels
Bluegrass blades
Amaranthine throats.
Nothing’s lost on me.
I am lost
In a volcano
Man, billows of black
Tidings. Lured to the horizon
Through a corn maze
Past turbulence of mind
Nothing but pink
Stars to separate us.
WILD WEST/COAST… Last poem of 2013
WILD WEST/COAST
No lotus eaters we
Swelter pepper
Swig beer and bitch.
Cook up the rent.
Barbecue/Cauldron.
Steak/Prize.
Gavel/Tenderizer.
We grow enormous
Righteous, meting
Justice, camping out.
Point. Peninsula
Less mitigation
Than an island, its
Star gardens, clarity
Of sea life, surrounding
Sound of silent crime.
DETECTIVE WORK . . . sloppy or otherwise
DETECTIVE WORK
Only God knows.
Fuck God. Horny
Marauder. I disarmed
God eons ago but
I have been blessed
With X-ray vision.
All the better to ogle
Your boobs
Though it’s motive I see
Glaring through hotbeds
Of rose mallow
Blaring past foghorns
Of hickory smoke.
Theories sound
As any scientist’s
I uncover proof
You can’t bear
To look at.
Bright, beckoning.
Ultramarine.
Nature vs nurture?
Meh. Murderous intent
Seeped into human cells
Eons ago.
Kill To Live.
It’s not just a prison tatt.
EVERY HAND JOB
EVERY HAND JOB
Every hand job
Ever given
Every hand job
Ever received
Belongs to me.
Each furtive grope
Stolen kiss, mine.
You fuck
I come.
The time you delivered pizza
To a lonely silk robe clad blonde
The one who took your virginity
I was there.
That was me.
I’ve been inside
Every bachelor apartment
In the world
Since bachelors began.
Your escapades, my escapades.
Your sex, my sex.
I lick, suck, bang
For you
Whenever you can’t make it
For no reason
For every reason.
BACK DOOR . . . Look who snuck in
BACK DOOR
Will summer resist fall?
Will I resist
The drama teacher?
His brutish caress
Sugarless candy.
Perhaps I will iodize
Clandestinely
Get violet
Unicellular.
Will returned
I will actuate.
‘Tis the season
To move
On
Pack books
Leave
Back door wide open.
ESCAPE ARTIST
Ah, freedom.
ESCAPE ARTIST
impaled
invisible fence
barbed wire yearning
scarlet winces
time a mere fever
wrath my ally,
my will, armour.
MANHUNT…It appears one has finally surfaced, offering himself up
MANHUNT
Colonel defiantly bird limes,
Favours the icebox
Clothesline, sideburns.
Nobbles me at every party.
Blunderbuss, star philosopher
Flip flops across the sand
To opine. Flap, flirt.
Surf my turbulence.
Three armholes required
Overweening egghead
Lowers to my level
To parse. Probe, fix
My diabolical lump.
Easy to spot men. Easy
to track. Easy to lose.
INSOMNIAC . . . Courting the muse, I mean, moth
INSOMNIA
She sips her black tar fizz
Remembering
Batik, macramé, totems,
A beaver upon a plinth.
As sturdy and useful
As a shorthorn bull
She prefers to reside
In her head and wonder,
Who will thwart the meteorites,
Who will save the future?
Rain pelts the window,
Mothra softly dying
To reach lamplight,
To deliver sleep.
HOW TO DODGE LIMBO
Not for Catholics only.
HOW TO DODGE LIMBO
She is a fossil, suspended
In amber. On display.
Before Shot,
Example of what not to do
When you know not what to do.
Limp hill-headed escapist
Maiden in name only
Took his offer
Got his goatee but not intent
To trample. Renege.
Do not go there in your mind.
Lurking invites infestation.
Do not wait for the next move.
Do not descend into minutiae.
Do not kill time.
There is no glory in the coffin.
Do not hang on the line.
Do not wait for the perfect fit.
Do not wait.
Do not do nothing.