You still ride that bike without a helmet. July 25, 2010

O how poems spring up out of necessity – from the way people talk, the faiths they believe into, the challenges they assume you can provide, the stranger they imagine you to be.

Acknowledge this form of honesty you seek. Relax. Go on, outshine the sun. Take your time catching that train. Monitor the meanderings of your mind.   

 This hackeneyed exchange has become too terribly convoluted to decode. Now, I want nothing more than to see something new.

nose bleed April 1, 2010

your eyes are still awake.
are you sleepy?
i’ll stay late…

sometimes early-
never fake.

wind energy
sleepy breath.
stunning and svelte
don’t be impressed.

never stay never.
or
never stays never.

tired is the one that
 hell hath.

Vintage Fendi December 26, 2009

To the meekish faux-ginger with ghost-cream skin and Anne Frankish allure. You live amongst the soulless scum, but with babies that bark. To lend a helping hand is the least I can do. In fact, I have bigger plans for you. Nevermind your mismatched socks, nor the skittish confidence you present to the world. You are a vintage Fendi bag in a good girls attic with no place to come but here. With us. The other good girls that see your original brass latches are still in good condition.

Haunted Futon December 12, 2009

About a fortnight ago, I obtained this Futon from a fat lady in a cashmere tube top. I needed a place to rest, as my sleeplessbag nights on floors had slintered my soul. “An thingy with many uses, other than sound sleep,” she said, “Youcin betcha that special dream will come and you will be real happy again, from the inside out.” Wishes did materialize and new dreams do emerge.

Creepy Kakebuton’s require little to no maintenance and can only benefit you with it’s healing properties and otherworldly knack for reading your mind.  You’ll be unhandicapped, but bedridden in a  cocoon of lucid dreams. Your somniloquy is beautiful.  It can be yours.

Serious inquiries only.

Hiii. coo November 15, 2009

dolce my vita
gentle drinks- Russian/espresso
play time in dark park

say hi how are you
in disco smoke and mirrors
where there is a blair

no more miss nice girl
must wait for fog to blossom
wears heart on wrong sleeve

reminded me why i lied
Brighton beach voodoo ladies
life is a prop box

inhale hot vodka
don’t just do something, stand there
counting calories

babylove Jupiter
sometimes i sleep tight
but not without you

Salty Dog August 10, 2009

Salty Dog

Admonish the Future August 4, 2009

the days are gone
now there are no rules
those powers are vanished
those pleasures are dead
the weakest survive
and the world continues
All glory is tarnished
the soul, stripped of its flesh
knows nothing of sweetness or sour,
feels no pain.
is fate stronger than hate?

Squeeze Me Tighter

as we fall like pieces of the
Berlin wall onto
leather sofa cushions. Then
you kiss me as if we
are under the slide
on a playground and
nobody is watching.

When those prickly
stubs of hair on your chin
touch the milky skin
of my body, I will respond with
goosebumps that scream,
“I want you so good..” but to us
it sounds more like two hearts beating

in over drive. And as you move your hands
over my torso like tectonic plates, I realize
those fireflies in your eyes mean
we exist in this world
and the sensation occurring
between us is
seriously electric.

poesy April 27, 2009

he knew her like long Fridays
wide freckled face & small square eyes
a sandy girl, dirty somehow

seaweed near rollover
beetles silver in the moon.
she lisps,”Do you love me?”

do not disturb April 19, 2009

got no boundaries
and no limits
if there’s excitement
put it in me.

if it’s against the law,
arrest me,
if you can handle it
undress me.

alone in body,
hold to fire-
not hot enough
to give a care.