SoCal

Laying on my backside makes me cringe
the doughy softness felt
shifting, spreading, flattening against the mattress
I sink into myself
disgusted, despised tears burn my eyes.
I've finally found a place to hide.

College

He left his Bud on the nightstand

aluminum continuim

tin remnant

5 cent return, that slips in my pocket

with his brothers nickels and dimes

weighing down my denim

damn him

Hot Water

2:39 showering time

keeps me from dreams

soap and water

soap and water

I wash you out of my hair

Tulips

Your tulips

and

my tulips

I like this flower arrangment.

Playing

Dry callused hands grazed her smoothness
Molding to the curves of her sides
Gently, tenderly he pulled he into the fold of his lap
Sliding his hands

up
And
down her neck

Cooing sweet melodies
Moving over her slow
then faster, harder
no longer thoughfully
selfishly pushing to see what she could do
for him

strum strum strumstrumming
until in one final climax
he broke the string.

Why couldn't I have seen by the way he played?
God, how he played my guitar.

Adonis

You are Adonis
Your golden beauty
My Achilles heel

I'm dark and unmatched
Still you hover above me
The sun unabashed

Some Adonis
To push at my sensibilities
But how you move my sensitivities

My gift is prophecy
A seer who sees reality
Ours is a story that can never be
You Adonis don't belong to me

Mourning Lullaby

No limit to how far I can spread
My body wide across my bed

My legs can move from side to side
I can sleep straight thru the night
Alls still under my linen sheets
I don't have to cringe from frozen feet
No early searches for missing socks
Or pants, or shoes, no silly talks

But when I wake up to the sun
I admit that you have won
And lying there in my defeat
I long for the cold of your frozen feet