Machine Gun Girl

Does the names of all the pierceable parts
Roll off your pin-tamed tongue
Machine-gun girl?

Blood running down your face,
your desirous rush,
your spattered pearls?

Desiring difference so disco desperately
Whirling,
writhing ,
sameness of sight
The flailing arms and lipstick legs of love
Gnashing gnarly whinnying whites

Hopeful still, slightly shocking, the wanton laddy,
fodder for gawking?
Lurid lace, two girls kissing, MySpace
The Spanish Mohawk weirdly foo-foo fluff?

Should your baited breath, sing dirges of death?

Are you riding to battle, in downtown Seattle,
outlaw-biker gang colors enough?
The tribal tattoo, a Halloween fool

A child’s dream, of being rough, tuff and sure enough, tattered stuff

Thorny mast, past full bloom
A 24-7 bastion of ball-busting fusion
A cacophony cart wheeling confusion
Too much trying, too tragically hip

With pouty ,poor, little punctured-ass lips

Stormy Whispers

From Him:



As a scheming child
When the storm grew dangerously dark
The brazen wind shifting shamelessly
I would sneak outside
To crawl in my red wagon

For my mast I had a splendid bamboo pole
My giggling hands found it insanely suitable
A blanket served as sail
The wind whipped me wild
What fun for me!

Wagon wheels screamed and so did I
As I contemplated future mysteries
Delighted, in the knowing, that someday
I would no longer have be childish
Confident, in learning all-powerful big-people magic

I could explore many matters of my making
Like little girls
I had cute kissed nearby neighbor Laura Hamlin
Her blonde mouth tasted oddly, salty sweet
But I liked it in some inescapable, inexplicable way

I knew these girls had something cooking
Working feverishly to figure it out
Playing Doctor to explore their nakedness
Were they an acquired taste?
What in hell did it all mean?

And now I see your appraising gaze
From your learned, limpid, lake-like eyes
Your festive hair
Your nubile twisting body
Ripe with ecstatic, esoteric girl knowledge

Now no wagon can thrill me with a scare
No furtive sail can pull me through the air
Before I was forgetfully fine, ricocheting down the hall
Now, lately, I am lacking and a little lonely
When you are not there

The mysterious sameness of powerful promises
Thoughts simmering on low heat
Halloween winds whistle near
Deliciously, you are salty sweet
As you whisper stormy kisses in my ear




From Her:

I invite you to girl-world
never giving you the password
or code
or handshake
but you are not blinded by this secrecy
but a welcome guest....


just as I amlearning to be a woman
at the touch of your lips,
hands
mind

The Uncatchable Fish

The uncatchable fish
Truly a river god
A wonder
So very proud of his longevity
His radiant fins skull slowly

Has he graduated at the top of his class?
Has he built a robust business?
Does he have a trophy wife?
Is he a quoted author?
No

Though he bested the one who has
He has beat the one who is
He wears his scars proudly
In his piscatorial perfection

When younger, just a sprat really
He would jump into things greedily
He wanted to be first
To grab the prize and run

But the sting of sharp realization
Has made him philosophical
He has become methodical
A bit of a sage really

The most beautiful yellow mayfly
Is just one of many for the tasting
The most perfect tidbit
Is another’s bitter pill of destruction

Time is on his side
Look twice and bite once he has learnt
Think about what you are doing
And why you are doing it

Is the timing right?
If not turn your back and walk away
The early bird doesn’t get the worm
The early bird gets nailed to a wall

The youngsters come and go
Many don’t stay long enough to create an impression
Just blurs of color and motion
They think they are indestructible….HA!

Just Words

As I lay in bed I miss you and I think of all the things you bring to my life
Sometimes I don’t feel like I can express it
So I say I love you
And hope for the best

So much warmth
And humor and closeness and intimacy
When you left and the show was still on and I thought about watching it
But is seemed weird without you

Things like movies don’t seem like movies anymore
Unless I can share them with you
Sometimes I am mad I didn’t meet you earlier
We most likely would have a couple kids now

But if a 25 year old You was injected into the life of a 33 year old Me
We would still be drinking
And most likely get divorced and hate each other
Although it would seem awful hard to hate you

Maybe you have come along at the perfect time
Maybe it was all planned by God
I am just really glad it happened
And I wish I could tell you how glad

But I can’t my words are too little
And so I try and show you many different ways
And tell you I love you
And hope for the best

Is Death Like Sleeping?

Is heaven like dreaming?
Has jelly-roll jesus
Rough hewn my suite

Holy hand wrought
Before human thought
A delicious golden teat

Is life like cheating
Crawling creeping charm
Jitterbug in haste

Is death like sleeping
So very chocolate warm
Give me her to taste

Quaking nervous moments
Chiding my higher power
Purple lost and dour

Sleepiness of aches
Painful pill to take
Waking the wrong hour

The narrow hissing road
Tongue testing tear
Biting streams of thirst

Will they help you if you ask?
Will they reach you if you grasp
When you’re at your very worst

Let me close my eyes
To dive dark inside
Swimming through the heat

As I lie down beside her
Let me smell her hair
For someday we shall meet

We will kiss each other’s mouths
We will arch each other’s brows
Forever we will sleep

Birthday Girl

We meet mid-kitchen hardwood’s embrace

Ensuing of furious fumbling
Kiss killing the passionate persistence
Winnowing the want of hunger

Glancing the godforsaken glass
With my impatient toothy keys
Listening for soundless vibrations
Seeking, the peering peeking person

As your face appears like the quarter moon vanilla sky

Towely, wet and wild you prance forth!
Making my heart skip, stutter-step, stop
Splendidly, nature naked
Dripping with delicious delight
Stair-stepping travel tossing tussle

Bed-blinded with cool cotton’s caress

I rock forward, into you
Your warm wetness welcomes
Soft sounds surrender spicy skin
Mysterious sameness overwhelms

Intelligent innocence incarnate

Calm comfort comes a calling
Leaving you still sleeping soundly
In your welcoming, wantonly warm, bed

And in leaving, know you there, happy in the knowing
Bordered by the black-blind deaf- dog
The many-wrecks road home curves to entwine me
Assiduous asphalt assaults
Feeling the lonely disconsolation

Of being apart from my love

Darwin's Painting

Darkly sweating, sultry secrets
Blues and greens without color
Fairies fly, with fine honed fury
A film Noir clicking, sounds of mother

Wet woods dripping, leaves of love
Choking, uncombed, manes of moss
Natures’ hell-bent, heaving, breast
Swirling mist, and all the rest

Creatures live, and creatures perish
Maslow’s hierarchy, it never varies
Demented desires, a desperate dash
They tried, they died, they did their best

They run weeping, so death afraid
The blood of innocents, slowly seeping
So very rich and ruby red
Brutally ballistic, the hunger fed

God believes in Darwin’s painting
The labyrinth still stands, slowly gaining
They faint, they fade, they fail, they fall
Angelic, chaste, clean and crimeless