Growing with the Speed of Pain

Contentment coupled anticipation
Heavy frost clear-headed crispness
Warbling birds wafting coffee
A hammered-gold Jesus killer fucking day

To have such an open-ended wonder
Kneeling before me like a pregnant moose
Presenting a vast foreign country to expectantly explore
At this moment in time, in this new state

Addled addiction squats in the basement
It snuffles and scratches hungrily
Peaking under the door, it mutedly mutters
With its ever present effrontery

Feeling furious, sounding powerful, smelling betrayal
Like a food stuffed snoring dog
Indeed
It dreams cunning dreams

Thinking of breaking into a running trot
Wanting to get started no caring direction in mind
To leap face first and sink my teeth in
To this new tasty meat

Itching to speak
But no one or nothing to say it to
Growing with the speed of Pain
Thank you for my new country

Wet World

On Haines Wharf's ancient spine
The timbers would hop and jump squealing with pain
Of various vehicles long remembered
Sea salt smell and boat motors blue smoke
Ever-greedy sea gulls gliding

In the back, in a "off limits to public” place
By the small shake shack, with opaque wizened windows
Where the boat lift motor was haphazardly lounging
With murky mysterious mixtures milling about in rusty cans
And old tools and rags of course

There was a large crack amongst the boards
And peering through this rent in the pier
A door to a watery world was opened
The information revealed varied with the tides,
The sunlight, the weather and nature's perversity

Once, a huge school of piling perch had gathered
They had bunched up in a fixed formation
Sculling in shaded standstills
Slowly, silently, they slipped along the sand
Revealing the secrets of their species

I never studied schoolwork more studiously
Spying intently how they ate
Visually separating the blue perch from the silver
Whispering to my buddy Brock
As if they could hear our impish intentions

Imagining shallow water stealth spookiness
Instead of fat contentment
It seemed like a Rockwell black-and-white print
Piscatorial perfection
Until all hell broke loose when hooked

The blurs of fat fighting furies
Stumbling, squirming, yelling to stay connected
Threading the beauty into steaming sunlight
Into our world
Of secret smiles and crayon color

Silver sides shivering with sparkling scaled stripes
Miracles of cunning creation for us to touch
A true wet wonderment
We exchanged an intimate knowledge
Until we sadly kissed them and sent them home

My Addiction

Like licking honey
off a sharp knife
my addiction

Sinful eyes of want
soul searing need
loving affliction

She whispers prayers
in the night
to salt my dreams

As an animal
cinnamon-sweet
carnal screams

So true and clear
her black-green
jealous heart

She claws my back
she draws my blood
she tears me apart

she beckons
pain to vanish
my addiction