Slammed like a sinner but soaked like a winner
Bored with no detail, intent on the kill
Awaiting the moment of pure carnal expression
The wall remains oblique to the knots in my neck
The wall remains white with unmutilated desire
All bodies aroused, all shiny and doused
Succulent and rectified, mortified and lulled
Home at last. Together & trying to make it last
You’re (day 122)
You’re upside down
You’re beside the bed
You’re fully erect
You’re delicately spread
You’re standing in light
You’re mounted instead
You’re soundly asleep
You’re cupping my head
You’re sweating
You’re breathing red
Forever in The End (day 121)
A line begins
But a line must end
So shall sun
So shall the wind
But love that curls
And love that whirls
Should make thou smile
Under all that’s else
I want you happy
If it means I’m sad
I want your worries
In a far off land
Then you couldn’t frown
Or bend that soft brow
With troubles far away
Many a long gone day
It shall never be changed
My sturdy feet I have
I’ll be here forever
Till you’ve found your strength
One day, my lover
One day shall soon
Call upon each other
To bend around the moon
And in this day
At this day of judgement
We’ll only ask ourselves
Did I follow my heart?
Pleasing (day 120)
Of easily identifiable
Varying degrees
With little sustenance
But wholly equitable
Randomly ordered
Securely fastened
Flavorly tasting
Minutely differentiating
Tiny something-or-others
Always have a way
Of pleasing my soul
Even on days
When souls are feeling cold
What I Need (day 119)
I don’t need a friend
I don’t need a mother
I don’t need a car
I don’t need a lover
I don’t need a sister
I don’t need a brother
I don’t need a shoe
I don’t need a nother
I don’t need a house
I don’t need a player
I don’t need a roof
I don’t need a dinner
I don’t need a mind
I don’t need a helper
I don’t need a soul
I don’t need a savior
I don’t need a bike
I don’t need a computer
I don’t need a airplane
I don’t need a traveler
I don’t need a suitcase
I don’t need a prayer
I don’t need a garden
I don’t need a teacher
I don’t need a way
I don’t need a answer
I don’t need a goal
I just need us
And that’s the truth.
Rolling (day 118)
It happened together of awe-struck stride
While wheeling together the untied bride
Alone, at last, the house guests blast
And sing in unison, my brave and married son
Call birds, call deer, call your mother near!
Leave doors open for angels to swing
Lovely breezes on untouched wings
And for god sakes man!
Blame not him, it’s simply the plan!
The call for truth was left before
The aim for gain forever more
A bride in stride, a game in play
A whore alone with stained tears
An arm, a leg, a fire brigade
The wheel begins it’s long kept song
No (day 117)
No, I’m not waiting
I’m not sitting here anymore
Like I’ve sat so long already
Waiting for a day to come
That’s probably already passed
I can’t think you’ll return
I can’t think it wasn’t bad
I’ve got to hold my hand out
Catch a cup full of rain water
Drink it with my blood: so hot
Drink it with my life: forgot
Warm Whispers (day 116)
Slowly dancing down the steeply inclined staircase
Mending broken bones with happy thoughts and
Careless nights and too many insufficient lights
Making up lost time with tension high and
Premarital blissful sinful rupturing like cool nights
Of fourth of July celebrations you never
Quite let go hands with and always remember
The feel of that tingling anticipation.
Or was it just a pixie that held hands
With the moon and danced a strange song
Around your head as you woke from the dream.
To lazy to reach, but to awake to not notice
How many little spaces there were amongst
The glowing daylight.
…And listen; I think she’s calling.
Fractions (day 115)
Respect the isolation
Interpret integration
Counter falsification
Retaliate imitation
Balance oppression
Seek for impression
Dream of naturalization
And
Most of all
Question communication
Today, This Morning (day 114)
Today has the beginnings
To be a day to recon with
A soul leaves town
On two heavy shoulders
A sun rises easily
With abiding glory
The slow bustle
Of morning traffic
Slowly trickles along
The long sweeping streets
Easily focusing
On the ritualistic humming
That passes my window
Every moment, every day