Ppl really know how to bring you down,
crush your spirit,
make you frown.

Ppl take your reason for living,
pride and joy for granted;
they feed your heart to wolves.

Thus, it's why I never trust in nobles,
never hold friends and family
too close to my heart;
they'll eat your flesh for breakfast,
snack on your feelings for lunch,
devour your heart for supper.

Like bones left on plates at a fish fry,
you're left alone;
and the party moves on.

How I love to consider ceiling beams
rafters, and girders.
And how on overcast days
that are cold and lonely
I dream of swinging
amongst the mighty, fickle branches
of old oaks and stately dogwood.

But modern buildings
hide their beams
far above drop ceilings
composed of cheap acoustic tile.

And I don't understand me,
no I don't understand myself
or my predilection
for flaming out.

if I only knew
Why would I come to ask you
Await my deliberations will you
I shall start afresh anew

If only I knew
why should I divulge to you
just for a comments too few

what ails me to reach my goal
If only I knew
why would I ask you

Well stand by as you say
I must address myself
God pray

If only I knew
I'd love to share with you
what I'd love to do
to have to give to share

If only I knew

somewhere I exist

slow going....one girls moves on
then the internet girls arrives
and another.....
it happens in a week...
the romance in hours
ticking
..

they are brilliant..driven
clever and honest
one is corporate
and the other a poet
living abroad...
but they like the poet
Bukowski persona

heat wavers and the golden waves on green lakes trust
reciprocated in lulling smiles
between alleys and valleys of buildings grown dark
in their backs

walk on the gravel the bubble gum black fresh and black
a rain of flat flavor pressed like strange flowers into the
page of an open book

from the smile and boisterous entrance
I was hooked

the wind combs your bangs across soft brows
and luminous eyes
the water colors shinning
the flicker of lashes
coy but bold

Kindness of the unknown

It's all kindness of the unknown...
human
who helps one...
to help another...
such a one are you...
my friends all
my destiny
in wilderness
lies destiny
where is she
standing
hiding
climbing
swimming or flying
in the blue skies
where is she behind forest trees
asking me
ask my dear
your destiny
then only come to me

like a flow
the break away
dust
rattles of its heights
the hygiene touch
the delicate brush
and I
hiss an ember
duty bound
the call of its
master
the love of
a home thrift
disaster

Now climbing the bottle so high,
Trying to act civil.
Hands spill and I sit,
Breathe,
And see the dew.

Holding back from you, you
Breathe,
Gasping for some air.
The Jäger messes with me. Somewhere
A cork bursts with a jerk.

Guess I’m fanning my fire
With a sallow hand.
“Good night daughter” Can you
Breathe?
It is so clear.

More “sugar” and I am
Sure to freeze. No candle that
Will warm me
With its fire as we
Breathe.

Got the rock right
the spill of the brilliant light
behind the foggy mist
the curtians bring
like dreams and memories
through summers screens
like heaviness and Love
swallowed up in hate
and Lust