harboring in the myth

he can think not

his rolls and waves as if beating wings

flashflood the blood vessels

turning his eyes blind his ears ringing

his head dumb until his will

quits reaching and gropes darkness

wanting like the ostrich he believes

to hole-in the panic

and it gets deeper surely

all is at ease underground

his senses blind him fooldigger

ready to go down on truth

over his head and believe

anything thereafter unreal

love story (of wine and roses)

i love you i love you like i never
loved before love is all verses in bloom
banging oblivious the walls of time hard 
and blinding the sensical redolence
of flesh on flesh flood waters colored
with reflections expectantly sudden
of neon lights flushing indistinct 
the dregs of sweat in crevices where brews 
the seed of jets to a finish in and out of
love and gain flesh and pain fire and rain

when passion smolders bare in the hay
and sheets flame up to cover burned out
remains of wanton thirst i don’t ask you
to scratch my back i just reach where i can


"...and everybody says i don't care
  i'm just trying to remember the days..."

feeling milky way

if we were ever to succeed
we should walk to encounter life
primed and willin _no small feat
after a long haul through the south
west and mexico the cargo
customary cigarettes booze
and illegals_ though unsteady
and blearyeyed but confident
with the perspective of weed wine
and whites and dallas alice last
after every headlight it'd make
sense to hope for glee at long last
to befall the lands of greed grown
in every seed to venom all
but those with good will and resolve
you could begin embracing love
(and the gift of being yourself)
and begin enjoying life fit
with the wink of time at the vile
and the nod of heavens with signs
wondrous and far observed by some
instantly turned to salt never
to return in the endless ride
except perhaps as a verse dark
in the dream of a burned-out gal
sleeping in the cab of a semi
off the road one august night