If you should look for me one day
and find that I have gone,
please don't be to mad at me,
for my not staying on.
You should know that had it been,
a choice for me to make,
a thousand lifetimes more with you,
would I choose to take.
There are so many things undone,
that bid me not to leave.
And with the thought of missing you,
know I will also grieve.

a weight of tension
climbs about the room
like a turning light

the televisions plaintive happy
little voice cheers itself up
the snowflakes lurid and
monstrous fall on a chinese
screen...thrown there pinned
like dead butterflies
from a hundred watt light
across from a strangers yard..

Beautiful November scenario
just the right time
as autumn still seeps in
and the sexy Scorpio permits
the winter storm to be ready in
to her warmth
to get steady
as most of the day the night
we have to stay indoors
active and bright....

a sexy Scorpio
must always be kept in sight
the warmth is needed alright
with a Scorpio
be kind and bright
don't ever fight
sex okay
twill is about just right...
with a Scorp never ever say you are right
twill is no delight...

Guns keep booming with no end in sight
bombs keep dropping with all the might
war being fought, tooth and nail
bleeding bodies leaving a trail
no glimmer of light, this fateful night

Li -li -limericks are filled with wild words
that most good old folk never heards.
They make it their pride
to keep them inside
and not trail along 'hind the herds.

A Limerick is not but a fable,
produced by small men hardly able
to give a good rhyme,
a cent or the time
or I've fallen out of me cradle.

Lilith

Succulent kisses occurring at dusk
from lips that give birth to desire
seductive, warm whispers that murmur and coo
fueling the flames of the fire

soft, silken fingers that tickle and tease
fondling what is in fashion
emerald eyes staring boldly at yours
awakening slumbering passion

Regulars lined up for a
caffeine transfusion and an
egg McSomething or other.
With the new breakfast of champions
in hand they’re ready for another
day in the neighborhood.

Back at noon along with some new faces
for a double what ever I had yesterday.
Did you want fries with that?
And none of it is fast or cheap.
They don’t call them the
golden arches for nothing.

It was sexy and alluring, daintily tucked between her fingers
the paper slowly charring away to the naked glow of tobacco
the smoke rising in a perfectly random pattern
there was nothing more I wanted at the time
to feel that heat on my lips like a long slow kiss
the energy swirling deep in my lungs
the racing of the buzz about my head
I remembered that first drag with a longing fondness
and then I recalled the last puff coughing out of my mouth
and the stink of my clothes came racing back