phase one
spill your guts
honesty
as a quality
never quite worked
well for me
anyway

phase two
she’ll
set the distance
push it between us
incrementally
greater with
every passing day

phase three
always demonstrates
the hands of fate
never had
happiness
planned for me

phase four
sidelined
I’ve been
marginalized
this spectator process
reaks with the
stench of familiarity

phase five
into the abyss
the bottomless pit
darkness
seals the edge
and engulfs me

phase six
repeat
and rinse.

waking
to
daily
headaches
resulting
from
lucid
dreams
the type you
wish you
didn’t wake from
the kind that tugs
on seams
stitched into
the infrastructure
and its
fabric
wrapped
tightly
enveloping
corners
draping
across
edges
touching
briefly
total
existence
its
constitution
consisting
of
inhales
and
exhales
heartbeats
blood coursing
through
constricting
arteries
thrusting
forcing
oxygen
preventing
this
aneurysm
the blood
clotting
thoughts
stopping
breaking
brain waves
clearing
double
overhead
crushing
hurling
this
imagination
swirling
touching
briefly
its
constitution
consisting
of
daily
headaches

the kids aren’t
out of line
you are
overworked
underpaid
and it
should be a crime
trade your budget
for guns and bombs
surrender to a
lost appreciation
for what it was
that propelled you
to teach

lecherous
at best
and when put
to test
i search for
the quickest
way to
lift the
teachers dress
fingers in deep
to steal her breath
blouse unbuttons
and reveals her breasts
i’m the hero
she’s my quest
driven beyond moist
now soaking wet
moans and asks
why haven’t you
given it to me yet

truth is
lecherous at best
juiciest bits are
always salacious
even the most honest
delivery attempt
it’s often
misinterpreted
a failure to translate
and connect
cause its not as easy
as they suggest
are liars compulsive?
maybe yes
or are we are just
making life easier to digest

lecherous
at best
man i am
with no regrets
cursed pursuit
of no defense
coveting, in an
intoxicated protest
slave to her curves
so treacherous
the one that rides
from thigh to ass
the scent that lingers…
the silhouette that’s cast….
i am dissolute
she is lascivious

people are
like planets
their rotating orbits
effectively changing
pulling and tugging
gravitational forces
altering courses
their paths are
always stellar
like magnetic fields
and cosmic travel
fluctuating
atmospheric pressures
depleted oxygen
and ozone layers
lingering in collected
clouds of space dust
within debris fields
of an unknown substance
asteroid belts
and galactic objects
destined for collision
as if gods hands themselves
had made the decision

standing
and thinking
of nothing
cause nothing thinks
quite like me…
collecting my
thoughts
like pools of water
this is florida, so
as soon as they gather
i find them
evapor…ating

into the air
through me
and past you
with the breeze
passing through
the canopy
of mangrove trees
now masked as
humidity

from here
to there
to the ground
in the gust
just below your knees
departing from
the standard break
it’s what we do
when we feel
what we have too

counting on it now
for a millenium
or more
and
all these things are
minimal
in the
absence of
more

when the throngs are
giving in
on
living in
a fair world
wrapped in
a coat made
from fairytales
a tapestry
poorly cut
but keeps me warm
long enough
to lose the thought
i’m thinking
cause nothing thinks
quite like me…