Alcatraz

her only question
this young girl could profess
'are you dancing?'

i took pause
something not heard for so long

dancing?
through life
lucky and left alone

i know i am

flowers grow always
around here
a perfect life

my emerald city,
Toto at my side
giving silent advice

but here alone
i am
resting on thrones

asking one question
'am i dancing?'

dreaming of love
across from luxuries
lustering light

harboring thoughts
this woman
she beckons it

here
alone i stand
facing my end

asking one question
'did i dance?'

Power of Love -- Preserves

mornings where
her body lie strewn as honey
across warm shredded wheat
its softness sweet
a taste
unlike any

other

Valerie, Becky
anyone and another

they were many
but not enough

all strewn as honey
across warm shredded wheat

pleasant perversions
Valerie, Becky
anyone and another

Art of Love -- Perfect Repetition

this curse of  loves
is with
those who know
desire,
this desperate want

such lust of taste devours saints
and departs this world
a bit topless,
spinning on her axis
she turns a top
a perfect work

thank the god
the one eternal,
beauty born
and born again,
for all that has gone wrong
somehow,

has made us
work

The Myth

with all the famine
disease and death
in this world
it is this ultimate
arrogance to believe
you made a difference

this human cry
of song
its verse being lost forever

somewhere in your marbled
distance

remembrance
is its engraved inference

knawing through this wall
of cardboard silence

Cost

the past few mornings
clang
like a banging bell
awakening startles complacence
and my soul sees
truth
its endless disgrace keeps waking

and i know what love does
its power overcomes
all of us

but then
often disgraces
shadowing our glory

to be everything is impossible
to be anything is not

to be virtuous
demands its infinite
and just amount of consent

give onto Caesar
everything again

Great Rule

i would say a legal prostitute
is one who does not remove her clothes
but exercises serious control

Two and Tow

do you know
the difference
between two
and tow

it is the distance
of the 'w' from
the 't'

otherwise
they are alike

except for the
ooh and oh

Art of Love -- Marriage

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i would say if i were to write
for the normalcy of Matrimony
there is little
i could say
that is normal

simply
because,
or sanctimoniously

She,,
is a different day

it is war from day one.
Space is My prime
and be certain to define
what Space is ...

it is My prime

to the 'non-astronaut'
who is now
your better half
and commander-in-chief


She
will land you
somewhere
but nowhere near Mars

or Venus

G Spot

gee,
what a spot we are in
our central intelligence
cannot keep a secret
simply
because of a tiff
between two women

Saturday

the football game began
for the reason we were here

waiting, we both
kept looking

there,
sits this lady in a dress
red silk and wavy
raven haired wrinkled fancy
down her naked back

staring
straight ahead

looking at some sports bar screen

tooled to
only caring because
she thought
he thought it good

she kept looking back,
perhaps her gaze was for her friends

or maybe for whom she felt
was behind her


whatever the case
i am not sure
it was impossible
not to notice
everything about her

while losing attention for all else

Waffle House

biscuits and gravy, these are always good

it took so long to get here
i forgot why i loved Her,

you know someone kills you
when the first time they look at you
something grows

i watch her
while i am reminded
seven is up

Midnight Zapper

i sat listening to endless buzz
explosive pops
my neighbor's blue
spark arcing

not a green toy
instead
an all-night zapper

i wondered the point
of killing endless
bugs and bugs
many of whom were allies
in an endless fearless fight
against infest

but no.
the zapper slaughtered without relent

my next door neighbor
enjoyed -
not even home -
her thought,
often ended in her bathtub

we might intermingle in intimate ways
i spent hours and gallons killing day
imagining her

no friend existed
and
here is no second chance,
she merely lured her victim
and killed
like a common murderer,
a black widow

befriending
with a kiss
leaving with a wave

Art of Love - Status Quo

i'm not always
gonna say what
you like
i'm not
gonna even look like
what you like

but i will never lose you

because life,
its long and large web
will always hold us

with the idea
we are different
more
than everyone before
us

Government Benefit

Well, we elected a do-nothing
president
again
along with a do-nothing congress
again
and we can expect
nothing
again

sure
Supreme non-sense
changes
with presidents
but laws are written by congress
and broken
by presidents
who should not have been

when the great leave
the poor and unfortunate
remain
inspite of all their ritual
propaganda,
the rich and powerful
never lose
what a poor man gains

Mayan Principle II

this lady
of New Orleans
a pole dancer swinging around me
clearly Da Vinci on a pole
but Pretty
she makes me dream of insanity
this art flying above me,
wanting to be happy
she
can not last
no more than the butterfly
but she stays here
happily
and i am sad to see
her
but love each second i do

i pray she never goes
and pray and pray

but she slips away
far from me
far far away

Her

inhale.

i think about war,
the endless
never goes
anywhere

the one with her
breaking itself into love-making
chocolate brownies
and champagne there

i think about war,
the endless
never goes
anywhere

i think about love
and desire, but pause for breath,
because
we never were

and then i exhale

down a street a beggar goes
dancing
in a place i feel amazed

to be

and then i
inhale.

and think about war,
the endless
never goes
anywhere

Upper Class

i sat absorbed in my friends
all dining outside of Kris' Steak House
on a city mall
a picture i did not take
but totally own

drinking wine i did not notice
the young man's rant
behind me on a bike

'You livin high, you upper class ass!'

i was too obsessed with myself
to know he was there

never heard a word
until long after my friends spoke

a steak so perfect
expensively
delicious

after three bottles
of cellar Merlot

this i remember

Halloween

this is what we are when the masks come off