You brought me to the bridge you built
of intoxicated nostalgia and romance fantasies,
and as I crossed to the other side
I evaporated, condensed, and fell as fresh tears.
But I turned around in time to see
my liquid reflection clinging to the rail.
Claws in skin.
You blinded me with a starry night
and paralyzed me with what ifs,
so that before I could react or see
my heart some how got stuck to you.
I did my best to rip it away,
but flecks of you remained.
Wool on velcro.
You laid me down upon my back
and exposed what no one else could.
I was caressed with careful hands of electric current
and silky words like "gorgeous" and "delicious,"
but as the distance grew greater each time
it got harder to hear your song.
Coda to decrescendo.
You hid me in a secret drawer
and while I waited in the blissful darkness,
you always left the light on for her.
She finally broke back inside with her hand-crafted key
made from silver-tongued lies and jewel encrusted promises.
I ran for miles in the opposite direction.
Fading of pictures.
I would have remained that happy not knowing
the bridge led to the end of our beginning.
What lies beneath your gaping grotesque smile?
Those naïve men believe your beauty’s deep,
But pale, fair skin cannot hide what is vile,
Deceit and evil underneath do sleep.
What hides behind those dark, conniving eyes?
The smoking fires of your selfish deeds
And white hot flames burning through your fake guise
That mark your feigned innocence with sharp greed.
Above all else you judge yourself the best,
You underestimate the rest of us,
We see your lies, your tricks, you never rest,
Your path is paved with disdain and with fuss.
Think of yourself whatever you may please,
Just know that I’ll forget you with quick ease.
The rhythm of my soul
Has but one key.
Steel strings, metal reeds, drum beats.
The rhythm of my soul.
The rhythm of my soul
Was born in the cradle of life.
Dark bodies, liquid torsos, gravel voices.
The rhythm of my soul.
The rhythm of my soul
Moves in time with that of sultry blues.
Pentatonic, syncopation, electric mud.
The rhythm of my soul.
The rhythm of my soul
Awakened, moves through my entire being.
Exotic sighs, hot excitement, sensual feel.
The rhythm of my soul.
The blues own the rhythm of my soul,
Without music, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Two more shots - free of charge
Ominous drone of a gorged honey bee
Hollow voices across squadrons of army grass
Leering patrons unforeseen
Breeze spreading hair and bushes like willing virgins
The liquor bubbles into my brain
Colors blur, kalidescope summer
Rattlesnake leaves on offensive trees
Twittering birds cry, "Sin! Debauchery!"
My heavy head falls on the steering wheel
Rumbling behind hump-backed hills
Fade to black. . .
Savor the Flavor of Life,
Pile up your biggest plate with outrageously mountainous helpings,
Undo the first button of your pants,
Dig your spoon in deep,
Smile, enjoy.
Taste Life,
Feel in on your tongue, tantalizing every hidden taste bud,
Indulge your palate in delicious home-made goodness,
Familiar warmth down your throat,
Happy tummy.
Devour Life
Incessant rhythm of spoon to mouth, spoon to mouth,
Gorge yourself until it’s hard to breathe,
Sit back in your chair,
Groan, sigh.
Life.
