trace me into yourself
before your throbbing
subsides
let the skin of our skin
not separate with its
consuming desire

and
we will have turned to ash

but enter me with a handbook
of poems, take me like a
conquered land, just leave
me with enough sighs
to bask on the island
that separates
us for all eternity,

linger here, my love.

my poem was locked
and loaded
it was hijacked and
misconstrued
ill winds came to blow
it off course,
of course,
and now there's hell
to pay and
no one to pay it

everyone is fast asleep
in their own little sleepy heads
in their own little towns without pity

give me freedom of expression
or gag me with contempt
blindfold me
and bind my hands, cut out my
tongue, and break
the Statue of Liberty into a hundred-
thousand shards of verdigris

POKER HONTAS

I'm hopeless at poker and each time I play,
I end up by losing another week's pay.
But this time it's different, my bad luck just fades,
I look at my hand and I see I've five spades!

I win that hand easily, get myself steady,
My luck must be in, so for winning I'M READY.
Next hand is a beauty, four aces, one queen
But the game has been rigged, like a Hollywood scene.

He rises early as cockerel yields,
His rallying cry in blazing sky ,
over dewy fields.

And all of life is stirring,
and chatter with their song,
as honey bee in shrubbery,
is busy all day long.

A cup of water a morsel of bread,
while foul scurry, who not been fed,
in frenzied hurry, as their led.

He takes some wood to make a fire,
to fashion the instrument of His desire,
and stokes the embers still with heat,
and pumps the bellows with his feet.

kunning you said
thirsty for the darkness
rimmed like an ecliptic cool
I can see you gazing neath
the sculpted shadow show
streetlights emerge and you
in Totality as traffic thrusts past
its feeler headlamps
its hot ember tailights

you jangle your keys like spurs
the heels sharp
"They used to sacrfice under this rare
auspicious happening" you look
up scanning for a sign
The dragon with fire licking from its
red lips

I considered writing my suicide note today,
just to give it to you and see the look on your face.
I already know, though, so it seems all rather
pointless.

You'd give me that huge-eyed rage look
that I am getting all too familiar with,
and tell me that I am being stupid,
that you're not going to put up with it
anymore.

Of course,
you'd be right...about my stupidity.
But sometimes I just don't know
how to get through to you.

Her eyes
never allowed
boredom
upon her heart.

Each light, or shadow
held a secret treasure,
a passionate perspective
awaiting to be unlocked
and displayed.

When she shared
her vision
my humbled glance
gathered in
so splendid a moment
I paused in awe.

Left handed

Ten percent of people are left handed.

Seventeen percent of people in jail are left handed

Twenty three percent of left handers

Are more intelligent than average.

There doesn’t seem to be any race or gender relation

So

Nya nya
Phhteww blurt
We are better than you!
Fart in your general direction,
Take strike action,
Remove the majority!

And possibly every other majority,
Is equally lesser.

I strongly suggest
you consider every "minority"

Worker and his salaries
Long withheld by employer
Like plant without water
Withers and dies

i opened my windows this morning
the sounds of the city droning in my ears
the beehive is collapsing
and everyone is still going about their business
as if nothing has changed
and nothing else matters

you get used, and you even get comfortable
in your misery because it happens to be 'yours'
oh, city of desperate angels, my Cleveland
when did you sell your naked soul for a few borrowed
coins of half-truths, for a few dollars more?