Face to Face

once
i saw you
as complex

now
i see
you have a complex

maybe
we could start
a complicated situation

or take the task on
turning karmic keys
from inside out

it would surely
be a waste

to curl into these coils
not knowing

besides,

something feels familiar

when we stand here

face to face

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Flash of Youth

i recall the days of youth
an uncouth lad was i
shy and serious
yet, kinda wild
not gonna lie
often, i engaged in things
i still cannot believe
like the time my friend and i
simply decided to unsheathe
and nonchalantly saunter
through our local neighborhood
ringing random doorbells
when they answered, there we stood
emboldened by the moment
our gymnophily grew brazen
and who could blame us
our taut buns looked so fuckin’ amazin’
this truth inspired our finest hour
straight struttin’ through those Oregon streets
the main road into town
had never witnessed such a wanton treat
until, when out of nowhere
headlights flashed our supple flesh
the cops had lain in wait
in flagellation, we then fled
curiously~, these two cops
maintained a passive pace
i guess the thought of catching up
was more than they could take
in the final stretch
there stood a ditch of epic peril
treacherous coils of raspberry bushes
near rent us sterile
somehow, we arose upon the path
that held our freedom
but not without the creepy guy next door
taking it all in
once inside the house
we made our way into the back room closet
huddling together
hoping no one would thus spot us
well, they did indeed
thanks to our nosy neighbor’s snitching ways
and after everything
the cop had only but one thing to say
“in seventeen years on this job,
i swear i’ve never seen
such a sight so odd, one hesitates
to fathom what it means”
“are you for real?!” we scoffed
for then most awkward did we feel
it seemed he sought to shame us
so we’d keep our bits concealed
this story is as true to life
as any i have ever told
but keep in mind
the fact that, back then
i was just fifteen years old
i may be prone
to reckless whimsy

{thinking}…if they only knew…

if you should stick around a bit
i might reveal myself to you

.

.

.

wait, not like that . . .

Heedless Hours

abandon now
all conscious thought

dispel this land
its woeful squalor

bask in the bourasque
unbridled

undulate
in throes of twain

breathless
are these heedless hours

freedom
doth thy loom bequeath

for not this
the skies allude naught

wrought with writhing
without end

lairs of loss
layered esoteric

fall as life
in sun’s disclaim

restive lips
unveil thy visage

save me
from this coiled ruse

 

The >Stuff<

you know what?

fuck it!

gimme that perm.

life’s too short
to play it straight.

tease it
crimp it
crop and primp it.

make them hate me.

so much that i look so hawt
they’ll have to stop
and call upon the S.W.A.T. Team.

but all they’re gonna catch
are sequined trails

an epic fail
prismatic

watch
as they become ensnared within
my layered lair of Aqua-Net®.

the fumes alone
will linger
longer than the limpest lover’s last goodbye.

and boi-o-boi
will they be high.

me?
i never touch the stuff . . .

 

 

[image credit: Loius Wain]

Mine Intention

thou art the envy
of heavenly stars
whose gaze fixed upon thee
reins riotous seas

the soundest of reason
behind rising suns
spurring perilous prose
with auspicious caprice

heedless arils of time
lain afoot, torn asunder

speak poignancy of seed
sowed from soot into sorrow

to yarrow twice plucked
from the pillow of nephthys

in the argent amidst
quietus voids of chaos

i moor as a moon
mired by known nemeses

sired by forces
to suffer in disharmony

it is only thy sophrosyne
rays of redeeming

e’er beaming thy beacon
have i but this voice

though i may be remiss
in this desolate ardor

i pray mine intention
evinces suffice

Wake Up

wake up . . .

don’t you know
you’re dying?

or did you just forget?

we should finish up
that book of Proust

and spend more time
with mister whiskers

time won’t wait –
in two more weeks
we’ll have to say goodbye

in the end
they chose their ego

should they ever ask
why we let go

how fortunate
for us
that they would never think
to ask

alas, alas

snap out of it!

there’s no time
to waste
in the decadence of slumber

soon enough
that will be all
there is to know

lo and lo

perhaps in death
our point will breach
their deafened ears

however sad

we both know
better