nOsTaLgIa , ReViSiTeD

untangle my pardon

this pleasure within.

disown my evil

a passion untold.

deny me forever,

unlock this cell

and enter me

sooner than

the last trip

to the farthest state of

mind dipped

and caramelized

chewy enough to

remember what

is best

forgotten.

bRiDgE of ThReAd

toe clipped,
arms spread stretched
to the far end of each
finger...
chin swimming
through eternity
unwanting whatever
lazedly styrofoam nightmares
sat along the
road that leads
to whoever
waited
first.

ennui, uncovered

more than just the spectre of lust

you were,

another page written and read

for comfort

reveal the truer than blue essence

i am

lingering still in the empty halls

of solitude

only to have your scent fill space

with guilt

neither for better or worst or even

forever.

chilled orgasms & faint clouds in my coffee (with apologies to ms. carly simon)

come undone

if you must

and i will

in a virtual game

of juice me up

as i do you.

big deal , you say.

why not, i retort.

fuck you, you say.

bless me, i pray.

so much space

to fill now after

all these years,

so little love

left in

when the itch

isn't just there

anymore.

"reservoir moments"

c h i l l e d j u n c t i o n s

now, as dawn delete some stars and

the closest one edge up into the eastern horizon,

my soul slip out of oblivion

taking some thoughts hopefully

remembered in another

zone

east of elsewhere

facing the sun, squinting some

scenes toasting crunchier parts

of roles played and died for

but never taken holier

than before.

here, at the crossroad having

half-a-chance of being the ghost,

i seek direction but only find

south of somewhere

blurring

north of nowhere

rekindling embers left

haphazardly by some

lover caught in the act

while the rest of reality

loosely sink down

the last desire for life and desire

itself

at the threshold of your sea

lifting off

some memory like before,

locked in an embrace as the

night grip

upon sanity and break

as a moon loom

a night's stand, and another,

yet another...

and still be left

empty.

rambling 037

way beyond

the crags and crevices

of life,

a still

unnerving

niche

reach out

far

and even

way beyond...