Walking on Rush,
back in Night City after midnight,
bars muffled by cold and traffic,
hunched clots of shoulders bowing in the wind
freezing off the lake,
I slid by a canyon alley narrow between scrapers
and glimpsed

dark beauty, round curves tight,
swelling breasts and full lips,
wide hips,
oval face lit by orange
sodium light
in pit of night,
flushed hard with business
and boredom,
gaze turned away from grunting john
to me,

let's resurrect us
based on survival
there is a need
to travel life in pairs
you are weak
a kitten without claws
extraneous, leaning against will

the rock i am built upon
is not your morality of judgment
i don't need your approval
to know when the tide hits
faith won't wash me away

i'll stand content
in the face of deaths voice

not expecting to be saved

Indents

    are

        here

Under umbrella's shade in salty air
on ocean beach's fine ground sand
with love and cold drink near at hand
we've plenty of time we can share
as we talk and lounge without a care

We critique all who chance to pass
in bikinis and scant speedos
oil drenched with sun screened nose
matters not if lad or lass
we sip, then I refill your glass

with Mary.
I was seduced
in Barnes & Noble,
lured to the poetry section
next to coffee and pastries.

I touched her Blue Iris,
fondled her Red Bird
and recounted why
she wakes to watch
the early sunrise.

She looked better than I remembered
in a brown jacket
with a striking
emblem of a bear
on the front.

She took me to her tent
near Truro
and told me of turtles, toads,
hermit crabs,
and her fear
of ridding her garden
a small harmless snake.

.
mumbling
twitchy
noir weasel
on the lam
mean
broke
and broken
he cries
for the last time

baby doll pic
stuck
in hip pocket
rubber garter
on his arm
self awareness dies
slithering into
invisibility

Oh creature of darkness, that’s what I’ve called you!
You thrive by sapping the spirit of innocent egos,
bringing down even once a mighty a soul.
You roam the city streets sniffing, listening, and searching
another victim to be found.
A sacrificial lamb for thy devilish offering
to quench the wantonness of thy nether desires.
The dark wishes of thy nether siblings and another life to wreck.

I see you walking all alone
So many places, I've seen you roam

Far uptown, and downtown too
Sometimes, I see you someplace new

I often think, I'll ask one day
What makes you walk all that way?

I wonder what your thoughts might be?
I've seen you look right at me

But, you just turn your head and walk
If I stopped, would you talk?

I think about your solititude
I'd interrupt, but it might be rude

What would you say, should I question?
What makes you walk, in this direction?

stand here greedily
spilling jewel grains of
honey colour sugar

damn you

this distance
and yet intimacy
warm like an amulet
riding on the ribs

here we go trying to
pick a stir stick
its too much this choice
it has to be the right
one

singular and similer
as the others

then stir and stir
while my thoughts
flex and take flight
the gentle crushing
melding of sugar
and hot juice of the
broken bean

You in moon split water
came by me,
sparkling.
We shone naked
cupped by warm
skin dripped
soundings of
one into other,

deep.

Wet slipped
gliding grasps
through our lips,
lapped love
from the heart pools
of our souls

until it,
all drunk up
in the moon waned
tear drops,

ultimately,
intimately,
died.