They’re so polite. Hiding in reserve I’m sure of nothing about their true feelings toward us. Covered in resolve to see all their families whole, even the Frenchified & that British oriented lot that hail the Queen. The beer is sublime, & taxes prime the coverage of all in medical care, so there.  I love…

We occupy the time it takes to discover how to live a life: confinement, searches, empty boxes, trails, fresh fruit, the gift you riff on, and on while something closes way too soon, the deck tilts, missing cards. Then coming up for air in an ancient city, cobblestones shining in light rain refreshes the palate.…

The Middle of the night and I am awake again Restless Changes so many, many changes that are going to happen it is good that they are happening but some I am not ready for and some I am hurt and scarred deeply by Changes They must happen I am scared but they must happen…

I do not know how to argue in this language with traction that grasps at straws as the clouds race by. The summer peppers are late for lack of heat. The closing shadows slow all growth. We plant a thought to bring forth a story nurtured by the spring of ongoing lust. How to take…

Before I lock the door forever that you have closed I want to say that as much as you try you will not be able to make me disappear. I am a part of you as you are a part of me. We have a past. We have blood. My echo is in those walls.…

I am waiting for you in my bed. My eyes look directly at you. My arms lift beckoning Come to me Lift my dress off of me Kiss me Suck my breath into you Dance with my tongue Push me down against the pillows Run your hands down my body Own it Possess it Possess…

The mind is wider than the eye can see. All angles resolve in prisms in the future glen of composite restlessness. Parts that issue forth for the taste buds to separate color from sound form a whole. All comes together, trollop, beggar & prince in serendipity’s party of aspirations. Once you realize the pattern sticks…

Please make me maker make me more, make it hurt if it must. Make me holy, make me scratch make it bleed make it never coming back I hold you, with passion stored as barking, binding of tremors & pulling of levers I didn’t know I had Anymore will I be able to call to…

My mind is blank, My eyes are faint, And the words still yet to come. I wait, I wonder, My mines a blunder, And the words still yet to come. I Sit, I Sigh, I watch the day slip by, And the words still yet to come. I drink, I sleep, I wake up to…