pleasure
as a measure
is your cup brimming
is your mind swimming
are your insides teeming
or are you half empty like me

pleasure
something to treasure
a fleeting glimpse
of a well known risk
taking the chance
fucking the consequence

pleasure
for her i endeavor
an enigma, but too clever
thousands of lines to decipher
its unsolvable architecture
states the truth is
there’s no right answer

pleasure
flip the lever
something to treasure
can’t be measured
the forever
and forever never
my endless endeavor

self anointed
the disappointed
typecast in a role
forever appointed
to be the fool
a useless tool
or whatever comes
back smiling.

this routine becomes
the classic error
you were never
smooth
nor debonair
even if you tried
you’re sure
you’d fail
assigned to the lower rung
you watch with your
heart unslung
never spoke before spun
losing everything
under your sun.

if i captured a moment
i’d set it free
for every second
would be
just as tortourous
as the last
clinging to
a moment
now in the past

every second
is the start of
something new
and every
wasted breath
is the end
the end of me

if i found a reason
i would destroy it
for reason
brought with sincerity
only will let me down
just like every
time i tried
to make sense of anything

every second
is the end
of something old
and every whispered word
will fall on deaf ears
these ears
will fail me

bereft
forlorn
something gained
something torn
from its frame
plum and shorn
marred with shame
chant the sadist mantra
there is no gain, wihtout pain.

i crossed your path
head slung low
hands were clasped
and my, my my mind
was still attached
but you fixed that
of all the things
i think i miss
that
the most
my body wasn’t
just a host
my mind
was completely
unique to me
and now I’m
just like all those
walking ghosts
the lost souls
fixed
and detached
head slung low
i crossed your path

my heart
was broke in
the door
was unlocked
although
i knew better
still it came
as a shock
the most
beautiful thief
was never stopped
never questioned
never a suspect
to the cops
she lurks
in shadows now
whispering
this might hurt
awhile
I replied
its ok
if my heart breaks
thats what it’s made for anyway

I write
like this
so you, the reader
stops…
and
thinks…
and moves on
to where
a rhyme isn’t
always as necessary
as maybe
a short pause
to ponder
relate
and return
you
the reader
to the next line
think…
what are words
worth
if they aren’t
understood
by way of the
writers intent
unless
his intent
was for you
the reader
to determine
what it means
to you

friends of mine
are friends of yours
when we see each other
they remind me of you,
of course.
so we
do things
that are
customary
shake hands and
exchange pleasantries
i wonder where you are
how you’ve been
but I dare not ask
questions like these
deny any suspicion
from easing in
its a holding pattern
i’m currently stuck in
where thoughts are banned
from open display
so the convo goes
and is followed by
nods and smiles
best wishes
swallow hard
and a walk away
friends of mine
are friends of yours…
and the hardest part
is forgetting you, of course.

and so it goes
the sun, it rose
from the sultry throws
of a night lost
in its deep and winding furrows
beneath sheets stretched
from our heads to our toes
our chests heaved with deep sighs
hands gripped and wrestled between thighs
no questions were answered
but it was seen in your eyes
the answers hint
left the taste of mint
said, don’t press our luck…
and away she went