Don't tell him to be calm now
not this particular hour of the night
when his brain above are snoring,
and the one between the legs awake
well stretched and hungry
seeking a miracle to perform.

every corner, he seem to be
restless fingers battle, babe you should know
up and down and down mostly
moonlight stories are in vain.
your monthly rivers I 've known
and a drop of your antidote i seek.

hidden between this two gates
heaven can be promised
to get the key to the promise land.

give way to fame
the sorrowful & insane
childlike hood
in a good mood

breath on me good
the part of me to churn
kiss my lips as you move your hips
you stand at the center of my soul

gone are the days of washed rock & roll

Dirty rundown cheap hotel
Bed crumpled with half-ironed
And patched sheets,
Stained with last night's lust.

Sour sweet sewage smells
Seeping through the open window
Above the noise of ceaseless traffic
And braying gringo tourists.

The fat white man lay on the bed
Stretched out post-orgasmically
His skull crushed to a pulp
Brains splattered on the pillow.

A trembling young girl-child
Searches through his pockets
Seeking his unspent dollars;
And he'd never see his wife or kids again.

It’s strange how life unfolds for some
When bare feet are stepping ahead
One foot at a time, charged to run.
Its visible her footprints are falling;
sinking deeper into earth’s crust.
What did those prints leave behind?
Nor fealty, or a dawning sunrise.
Forgotten love and a path mistook.
Burdens weighing heavy, overlooked.
With a sharp mind and canine teeth,
wild fears gazing from underneath.
Not a stranger knocking at her door,
their ways apparent most of her life.
Bound to the mystic and the dark lore.

Are we passed the halfway mark
Between death and trying?
Between the love we've lost
Any the endless denying?
You crossed the line
Never to walk back around again
You never knew you had left
Till it was too late
to touch the ground again.
Hallowed it was all these years
Now it's hollowed out by these torrents of tears.

A love that I once had
A love all-consuming
Which I believed would live forever
Perished in the rough ocean of time.

For my lover came to love another
And my joyful world came to an end,
And I cried alone in the dark
Like a little bird with broken wings.

I know there is no hope for me
And I patiently wait for poisoned death
To give me sweet release from pain.
Failing that, I'll go and take a truly enormous dump.

Someone should tell me what life really is.
Someone should tell me if
life should be what
we know it could be.

A garden where all trees dance and sway
under the equal charm of fairly blowing air.
But, the more I envision this, the stranger life becomes,
and under the spell of numbness, my mind falls over and again.

Now I'm lost
deep in the maze of uncanny perplexities,
in and out of strange-looking places
and trailed by intemperate storm daubed with cold frigid.

Like so many countless others
I sit and scribble on a page
about love, nature or long past brothers
or consequences of accruing age,

And I spill my soul and heart
along with ink in every write
trying to put music in each part
often in the closeness of late night.

Tonight I sit here in the dark
beneath a halo of floor lamp
with memories of a singing lark
while outside the storm blows cold and damp.

She speaks
In a velvet voice
Fit for angels
But not to me

Spending time with her is a gift

A feeling
Like my stomach is caving in
I can't breath
I'm nervous
Around her
Thinking about her

Worrying
Wondering
Wanting to know everything
About her

Her