crepuscule
here comes the light
slipping from your fingers
like a bolt of rotten satin

your soul lingering
like silverware on chains
your ways are crawling
night is falling

and she will come to you
her thrust within the chest
like a cry in the hidden room
tear stain lush

hush hush
your heart shall rust

Soft
cool touch of lust
Inviting
shivers of recognition
Beyond
mortal comprehension
Your smell
energy that charges my soul
Sweet
taste of neck to lips
Liquid
embrace of whole
Never
leave me
Your ghost
leaves me pleading
Rush
bids me play
Stay...

Tanka: # 1
A ghastly screw up
The blue flashing behind me
A dreaded ticket 
Twenty five years clean record
Down the drain one split minute

Tanka: #2
Tell tale smell of death
Secrets, lies, deceit finds light
Troubled sea rises
Pains from past immoral acts
Roll back stone thus uncover

Tanka: # 3
Brain freeze like a rock
Won't allow decisiveness 
Builds stress when I try 
A blinding force guides my thought
When making clear decisions  

How terrifying it is to see

yourself decay

day by day

and lose reason's sanity

How frightened is the soul.

How sick the heart

when we must face

the unknown.

How lonely is this journey

we all must endure alone.

morning
barefoot
linoleum
screeching
reaching
for a bowl
toking
'til crispy
crash
landing
in a rocking chair
to ponder on
...flowers
why not
I dare
who cares
I'm off the grid
cast anew
pots and pans
bullet proof
iron age
mugs and jugs
a leaky roof
cleans the rugs
broken latch
been like that
it'sokay
ai'no thugs

begonias!

I'll whack her a batch
for lunch

The tree play's a lonely solitary stance.
Upon the wind it sways and dance's.
Stretching its arm as far it can reach.
Shedding its bounty of pears so sweet.
It is just a tree.
Unlike us it is free.
Proud and strong in a changing moods.
Bearing fruit tender and good.
Still its leaves are shimmering green.
When autumn comes a change can be seen.
Leaves changing color to a golden brown.
And falling softly to a velvety ground.
In the wind you catch the rustling sound.

Hey, mr. mirror, have a minute
Thank god were alone
They would definitely put me away
For speaking to an object on my wall
I don't see anyone else here

See, this cosmos is definitely a woman
No man admits these many moods
One moment she says yes you are a man
Then she says your such a fool

I know I’m talking to myself and it’s a bit weird
Is it homicidal to wish agony was strangled
What if I wanted to kidnap sadness
Does that mean I might need a lawyer

#1
Self professed genius
multiple advanced degrees
can't find car at Wal-mart
#2
Unsure why I take this action
or how to impliment
like the plan?
#3
Five trillion dollars more
unimaginable number
so much for "change"
#4
Tiny thong
bane of modesty
especially on him

CHANGES

These hands can’t be mine
twisted and weakened by time.
These fingers can’t belong to me
they don’t glide so easily
across the keys
and I don’t recognize
these eyes
dull and worn
once bluer than
a summer sky

who took away
the magic in my voice
the charm in my smile
the words that could beguile
through my poetry..

Where did I go.
Who am I now
How did I lose myself
in Time....
and who stole my soul....

Mon Frere Blasé (Spoken Word) performed @Poetry Project (A performance piece
 

I thought you being gone for awhile
would be good
good to miss you
I thought you being gone from breadth
would be great
to adore you more

but found out I was missing you
things weren't quite right
missing you like a light
realized no sun in the sky;
couldn't see colors
and day
stayed night everlasting forever . . .