it took a lot to get to where we are
the point way past the point of no return
the place where i feel nerved by your presence
it took a lot for me to hate you the way i do
your voice
your mannerisms
even your scent
they burn me
the thing i hate the most is everything
you smother me
at least you try
you try so hard to make me hate the person i am
and the one you’re supposed to love most
not me
another she
she just lets it happen
turns a blind eye
why?
she is broken

The soul is still and deep with waters green
It hides me from the things I’ve been
To wander there at its side
To see the stories that it hides

Each day to be

Shallow waters are like the tongue
Talks so much to everyone
It tells of stories that were fun
It bubbles then catches the sun

It runs to fast

Waters wide with depth anew
Gives me the picture that of you
Where there for hope it flows with pride
Its banks are strong on either side

Is seen as you

July Pleasures

Imagine I am Julius Caesar
dying for Cleopatra's love
my favorite pass time being born a Cancerian
I love nothing more than sex

This month I only had indulged
in my best pass time
do you know what happened
I fused ahead of time, every time

Blame not me but my anxiety
at a ripe old age of 83
what else could one do
when she was an exotic she

(Happy overexcited felt Lovedly)

Summer Love

I scattered sand
Took shells from the sea
Made a wedding band
Just for you and me

I wait with patience
For you to find me
Soft music makes sense
Palm trees planted three

With truth we will talk
To plan a future
Tie a knot type walk
A soft love venture

July it was for us
I had made in dreams
There you with no fuss.
A beautiful scene..

Yours Yenti..

Junkies on a junket..

Boris n co are on a high,
May will leave in June.
Shooting stars ready to fly,
all is well, in wealth’s cocoon.

Real world what, that’s hell,
buffoon tells his friends.
Cocaine world is really swell,
let’s hope it never ends.

Give some to the poor,
what a waste of junk.
Use the scrapings off the floor
then we'll call it skunk.

Press they rarely question me,
I avoid them like a plague.
I’m a fellow brother see,
who always answers vague.

come towards the bed
winged loneliness

her thighs
arches to the garden
a purple mouth flower
with pink steps and tears
for a priestly penis

this crying queen
whispers flimsy secrets that gnaw
that gnaw like malignity's orphan hood

her hips
a wigwam sanctuary
coagulations of crossed paths
fantastwatia - child of Aphrodite
stiff with threads of milk
like vast groaning plumage

and a soft kiss cantata
aborts sorrows
with red cock hammers
and acetylene ejaculations

man in the moon
or man on the moon

like howling wolves
or waves
that break
dance

we’ve caught the lunacy
of an out of this world dream

the rock and roll
of rocket fuel

an inner space
suited
to fit the size
of the universe's outer
breadth

we will put our
star dust
boot print
on planets and satellites
far beyond
our regular reach

sing solar system songs

and meet its resounding silence
with a sacred
solitude

The barren, thirsty soil of this hill
where I am most human should
by rights slake this mute sob
of my abused blood, wetting
a butcher’s earth beneath its howling sky,
sickle moon and bloodless breath
of snarling nature, always waiting.
Digested beneath a hungry star,
my eyes poisoned fish matter
leaking in death’s split fantasia,
the larvae miles long feeding
a still, obscene cry seals the night,
moist with star matter and tears.
Blinking, I wonder, what can