shimmy with the sham
the glue gun bold hold
like spot welding

slap a thigh and tell
me the Hull is fresh
for frolic

Cut plasma ideology
with the tip of your intellect
like a cats tongue
sipping cream
on a polished floor
from a turquoise bowl

marvel of engineering
she moves smooth
gliding through the
sets
in her
repaired retro dress

cough up some love
to slip inside
the warm smooth
cups

its her world
and she'll
eat it up

A weaver bird held a steady grip on the line
Contrasted partner’s oomph partly dissipated
The rattled ranting male looked tattered in the scrap
Derelict and unable to return the craze
With misgivings on both sides, they bunged the pastime
Seemingly quizzical, she chased out her lover

I didn't sleep again today, it sucks
but that is my usual insomniac way
running, drugs, bad books don't aid
it doesn't help to run away,
I've considered a blade.

I'll get up and walk around, even run
for no productive purpose i can see
my general premise isn't a sound one
but I'll be the best that I can be

so wash and eat, the basics help
even if it seems inept to do
I ask you, seriously?
what would you do?

try taste the shades of sunshine, drink in the changing hue
that tint the aura outline surrounding Uluru
there see the desert sing soft, while painting in review
the Dreamtime and its secrets, from red to violet blue

eternal in the Dreaming, before and after end
a record of creation, deep in landscape penned
there, too, resides life’s sacredness in every groove and bend
communicate with spirits when touching them my friend

How cunning a demon, this thing we call Fate,
In the shadow of time she coils in wait,
Adrenaline her drug, and hope is her bait
The world was mine, but she chose the date.

Like so many damned, I thought I could win
Joining the world of adventurous men,
I scoffed as I passed her shadowy den
But Fate simply snickered, and then lured me in…

“So step to the table, it’s Russian Roulette,
Pull your soul’s trigger, it’s not over yet
You’ve trained for the worst, how bad can it get?
Each fight is a chance to stake a new bet!”

the body soft and milky white,
the curves indented and smooth …
the twist in the waist line does resume
a natural spontaneous desire
upon young minds to assume
the presentation of the twisted
snaky, wavy curves of a damsel in despair
awaiting her lover, are an open invitation,
to who so ever dares to devour
and
drink sweet poison from mountains and valleys,
subject to the passion of those
yet virgins in body, soul and mind
the bubbling youth ready for a take,
the valleys and mounds at stake,

Nox noctis

lay day away
wash stars
the vineyards
and dream gates

grains plucked
of gold
morsels of fate
feasts for
forgiving famines

all breath of life
like tides
alive

easing our
days to the
mystique

With autumn just around the bend
on this warm late August day
worn summer leaves look near their end
as green fades and edges fray.
They prepare to end their stay.

The limbs which hold them look worn out
from burdens born through countless showers
when hard rains pelt and fierce gales shout
but usually for just a few hours
then tempests end and lose their powers.

glazy dazed eyes
dark
splintered squints
on shakey stools
dissing fools
of trudging drudgery
even those of flinty passions

we are barroom brothers
grounded in no bothers

chillin' and chattin'
and,
as is our fashion,
never too mindful
of hopes and dreams
(lost or found)
of ours
or others

we,
being bound by no druthers,
find a game, or two,
of pool will do

as for tomorrow
who knows
don't care

HURRICANE

The air is heavy silent grey
no egrets statues
In the lake
today
the smell of alligators
rot and decay
float slowly towards
the eastern shore
from stagnant waters
of the Everglades
once more.

Nature stands stunned
In fearful anticipation
There is a monster in the sea
and it is coming
this way
to feed and prey.