Bad Habits

Your speaker phone is unsatisfied,

M A G N I F Y I N G

tight throat accusations.

It is a Spanish Inquisition of exotic profanity.

I understand nothing

but a broken 

m a r r i a g e

and that the office

is no place 

for this public execution.

Limp

Interrupted sky.

Failed fingers

catches no

               c            lo         u                 d,

climaxestoosoon.

City body, blinking eyes.

Street creases.

You look tired. You look tired. You look tired.

Humming bell jar.

A pendulum

Swings

          to arrive

Swings

          to depart

A bridge is a

bandage.

Crown of horns

Bleedingcars

                   Bleedingcars

                                       Bleedingcars

I was STRUCK by promise

and now 

I walk 

with a    limp.  

Animalia

“Jailbait and black snakes are two things I won’t touch with a window pole”  - Breece D’J Pancake

                                                                                          

Warm weather guests

trespass to

bathe in

radiating lakes.

Bare

skin imprinted

as if

grass

pushed back.

Sweet sweat

coconut;

she bakes.

She browns

vanilla cakes.

He studies

celestial bodies

but geology does not

please 

like this.

It took millions of         years to perfect these         hills

                                                               and they will outlive

                                                                                              our Animalia

                                                                                                                appreciation.

Dynamite clouds

break Kyanite

until it leaks

metallic streaks.

Forked tongues

strike & lick.

Heat quivers

like ribbons,

they slither.

out of sight

for cover

There are

no

snake charmers

after

dark. 
Just a ridge arching 

its back; 

fur standing 
on end,

                                                      steaming.

Spam Poetry Returns!

This is a portion of a spam comment left on my music blog this week about boosting testosterone. 


So that first common carp 
    not a balanced
crust and paste
bait that tempted
   a fish to walk

meant so much,
particularly as it was 

Odes to VA

Sky Writing

Sky blue

water towers

don't lie.

Danville, VA

is a world class
operation.

It is practically
written in the
sky by God.





Dick Cross
Flashing 
lights.
Riding 
back 
roads. 

Who Owns the Hands


that wishes "WASH ME"
or
Autographs paper chests
and
How dirty are they?


Low shoulders.

Dangerous curves.

Rear entry.
Safety words.

of Virginia
is less titillating

with the lights

of day on.

Rippled, cracked,

and hopelessly grey

her body is surrounded

by an orgy of

hallow brittle bones

standing bare, erect,

and motionless as if

they fell asleep

penetrating her

downward.

upon the backs of trucks

with inky uneven nipples

 

The Shortest Distance

A naked body
in the center of your road;

I am a dash
to your extended line

that stretches indefinitely
in opposite directions.

"It's a Perfect Day, Isn't It?"

I agreed.

"I've worked hard all my life.
It was time for me to slow down
so I sold my car a few months back
and now I take the bus
or walk places
like brunch here on Sundays."

He raised his cane from the bench
a tapped the sidewalk one.
His wooden exclamation point
ended our exchange.

I walked home.
But more slowly
that I had I left it.