A thousand,
no ! a million times
I have tried to picture
your face,
but as my memory ages
so does its recall, of you

the first frost came this morning,
I walked barefoot, knowing
you were there with me
the spirit for life
you left inside,
is now my guide
and burns my trail

my feet numb,
I shiver remembrance
and goosebumps form
forever I will look back

I am haunted
by the footprints
that are not
next to mine

The smell of life
is drowning into a pool of void.
Closer, death comes, everyday to say "hello you".
The body changes, the taste, the smell, sour and mingeled-
I can taste your decay, swallow my fears with a hard, ragged choke.
For you, I cannot pave a path of spirit, god knows I tried.
I cannot help you with your fears, when you give them no voice.
I do not live in denial, I cannot hold your hand down that road, my friend.
I just stand and watch you struggle to breathe, wondering, hoping, is this the last one?

Maggie's Magic Box Limericks
(1)
With gales and in torrential rain,
Maggie Thatcher ensures some last pain.
Cops and army line route,
No doubt ordered to shoot,
And they'll do it again and again.

(2)
I relax with my champagne and smile.
Maggie Thatcher is dead, she was vile.
Let's hope there's no other
To act Hitler's mother,
For the Tories are all in denial

Satin hand in velvet glove
Belly to buttocks, bodies enfurled.
Touching lugano- like softest fuzz
Bodies infused,
By this sublime love.

She repeats each word, before it's said.
Internalized and well rehearsed
Silently whispering:
"I know you better,
than what's in my head".

Exalted in the nakedness of Being
abandoned in moments
Not wanton, but wanting
no more than this
Spent feeling.

Blonde waitress

now you challenge me
Blonde waitress

a solo guy watches
all come and go

which one will come
then not go
awaiting some one
who has failed to come...

get up sailor
your time has come
God has sent you a free gift
go the
Blonde one
now lift
and
be this the aim of your life
do justice
as you may wish

sailor now you ought to be happy
the night is still young
a new story
has now sprung

We interact and find a track that leads to sheer digression,
grounds for misunderstandings that lead to sad aggression.
why do we do these things, when we know not all is clear,
we explode with our controversies, and hide behind our fear.

When all along it isn't really what at first was meant,
a sudden thrown out snide remark can make us soon relent,
we jump with our reactions far too fast,
and break up our good friendships made to last.

the sun sets

in your eyes' ravine

of laden stone

where love used

to river through

the lusty green

and painting brown

now tepidly

resting to suit

the gustier mood

caught in

time's tide

of jaded memories

drowning in

the streams

of our perennial

dreams

There are no gentle movements
into a calm goodnight

there is a rage
of intemperance
in the stupidity
of attempting to mark,
as to be in memory

there is no remembrance

as one I arrived bare
maggots my butlers,
devouring each and every
shedding,
eventually
being their main
course

a life in circles moves

a thousand years
shall pass in the spinifex,
the dust shall blow
across the page
of my existence

scratching out all
I ever was

when I walk at night

people stare and glare catches my eyes,
it's no surprise
they put me wise
where in the middle of the night
I walk alone
then allege rape
they attempt

place yourself in their hungry position
awaiting a bait all day and night
they love to fish in day
as well as night
but tis easier to catch fish
whenever one does wish…

the walk at night alone
scares me no more
the night is no more virgin
than the one who wants to give in,

Tasseled red lacquered chandeliers
Delicate muraled rice wallpaper
With quotes from Li Po
soft oriental carpets
Black minimalist chairs and tables
Subtly discordant Zhong-Hu melody
Steaming Lo Mein

Overstuffed nose ringed
Bleached blonde waitress
Stainless steel utensils