Inspiration and muse

I opened you up to a treasure that

in immediacy was incomprehensible

but when you opened yourself up to

your reality you made my gift

seem sand grain, mustard seed, infantile.

Be a magic that can sustain those you reach to

bathe in a light multitudinal and monumental.

Be genuine and magnanimous except with those

who will use your light or attempt to dally with your

spiritual elevation.

Be forever and transient

Light, love and us

for I'll be there on a sunny day and

in the light of a street lamp.

Please dream of me, because I do dream of you.

Fun in the Sun

I went flying through space

Tired of my terrestrial pace

Past the planets

Towards the sun

Time for a little fun

Around the fiery star I flew

Amazed by the magnitude

I felt renewed

Solar flares swirling ‘round head

How ‘bout a quick dip

Before I head to bed

I fly straight in for a boiling splash down

I take a big mouthful of the boiling

Plasma and spit it out towards space

My solar flare splattered back on my face

I swim down a few meters and

Am pushed back up by the boiling turbulence

My splashing arms at the surface

Have not made the slightest disturbance

To this mighty beast

I fly up from the surface of the sun

Done with my fun

I grow colder flying through space

Back to my terrestrial place

And a slower earth bound pace

Reluctant

I have the answers

The walls have heard me proselytizing

Many times

I bite the drywall to encourage a reply

Many times

Chalky dust in my mouth and mind ‘tis mesmerizing

Many times

The discontinued interest will belie the feigned insistence

Will you listen now so you can at least claim

That you were not listening then;

A conversation where you can chatter

To avoid a nervous silence.

I am white head to toe.

Vapor

Side saddle I ride you and I have not moved an inch.

Side saddle I ride you atop your heaving back.

I want a whimper but I get a sigh.

I am ghost and fantasy for if you knew I were here

You’d be left sweaty

You’re face down and sleeping.

Laying above you and off to your left

I am wondering what your shoulder feels like under tongue

Why you choose to remain there is part of your perpetual stumbles.

Your deliberate pain tired me to only coach you out of love

which you accepted with a magnitude great enough to make you feel complete.

Epiphany, you choke on your wonder

You sprang to your feet

Spellbound you feel heady.

While I fantasy you and leave vapor

Untitled

My ejaculate rests enclosed

within your dream.

Liquefying your sanity

and tempting your previously proud

craggy edge.

My scream rank with your thumb

to suffice my scribed efforts

frozen irony holding title

to everything new

holding claim to yesteryear property

year only

year only

year only for modesty to claim

decade antagonist

20% of my life.

This Moment

Hands so close to the complacent
Hands so close to my heart
You reach for the indifferent
You reach for my life
With every touch I yearn
You hear me nothing
You hear me none
You’ve touched me in pinched strain
You’ve taken everything
I beg for nothing more than you
Nothing more than real
I can’t hear what you don’t allow me to feel
Irreverent quiet
Silence growing in my soul
Nothing more than you
Nothing more than me
How can we be
When everything between you and me
Has forever between?

Worthy of Blood

Deserving of the swoosh of blood
Through all veins
Prerequisite for life inching pulse and
Life’s rigorous grovel, pleas and beg
For what you’ve decided is yours.
Tripping the light fantastic
with 10,000 watt poses
under a 9 volt desire.
Flagrant flaw misused disgust
queer query queerest flop
Maggot twits poised for grandiose pose
a righteous “its mine dammit” snatch
for possession while falling from grace.
“Well at least I made it faggot
at least I’m here.”
Setting confidence one ton
On the point of a needle
Pinking inkling indifference
Defer emotion maggot
You wretched filthy damned
Grotesque skull splitting fortress
Base to pinnacle, oxygen deprived precipice.
Writhing, gagging and pleased at the distraction.
Maniacal monkey proclamation,
“What’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine too.”
Heaving breathless where in desperate thought
does doing create result.
Miraculous bounty pontification poisons my said
My foundation with canker and grime.