Please dear heart, do not starve
for there the clouds do part;
I see the rays of our Sun’s love
warming my poet’s heart.
I feel the rain of spring renewed
after the bite of winter’s longest day
and in its warmth I find your smile
from these words; I draw my pay.
I am the sheep that you must tend
as I will give you my wool,
but as all sheep will wander lost,
so too will I feel the lost fool
to dance alone on these days of peace;
mournful of my lonely plight,
forgetting that the truest love
is so often hidden out of sight
where two lovers’ distance
can be felt in the ache from my chest.
It’s then that my heart beats wildly against my ribs
to get to my lover’s breast
Life Lines
baby, tell me you love me.Lie to me tonight.“About what?”Anything, baby, anythingmake me believe in somethingsomething that could be realanything to hold ontowhen the floods comeand I forget how to swim.“There’s no need to lie.”Baby, please, just for tonightgive me a branch to hold onto;can’t you see Love’s Rivertaking me into the rapids?Please, toss me … Read moreLife Lines
Letter To Jack Van Impe Ministries
Jack Van Impe Ministries
PO Box 7004
Troy MI
48007-7004
Dear Sirs and Madams,
I am in love with you and your fine publications. I dream of the day we can fornicate without sin; perhaps over Molotov Cocktails. I peruse your advertisements with an erotic delight usually reserved for playgrounds, finding myself in a sweaty pool of discharge my doctor says is to be expected from the kind of behaviors I engage in. I was very glad to hear that … I can assure you. I’m also sure that you are glad to hear that, given my propensity for bare-backing Whores-For-Jesus. It truly is the lord’s work that we do, and I’m sure I couldn’t do it without your various products that have contributed to my Free-In-God worldview.
December 8th, 2006
oh, beloved, I can not fight your love! I am in you and you in me. I desire you to madness; your being consumes me (I Must Consume You) Awareness has gone to be with the mortals that will not know god. It is not their fault they can not see you: the million beasts … Read moreDecember 8th, 2006
After Leaving Georgetown
her kiss leaves me wanting more than i’ve been in some time, an aspiration for souls to touch from the inside out. her smile beckons me on to places i’ve been, but not been. to gardens and deserts where rain pours in soft tears from god’s eyes to mine.
Why I Couldn’t Care Less
long drives to war zones with my invaders’ uniform on: air raid sirens going off, sniper in kitchen windows, Gatling guns in her eyes; I’m waiting to have my throat cut in the name of peace and good will. I will not go back to the front – that failed mission of love: you can … Read moreWhy I Couldn’t Care Less
Convenience
there’s a bar with a stool for me that I can’t get to easily. I must overcome too many adversities: all my knuckles hurt, ache really, and my back is stabbing me and twisting the knife, plus I found a lump near my spine; I hope it’s a spider bite, further, my neck won’t straighten … Read moreConvenience
Jacking Off
My penis has a sore from getting caught on my zipper during an extended session in hermetic love of binary objections on video displays flickering a dying light. I see music in the faces that ring out of my cog driven, enslavement of idle key strokes. An urban filter sun that starts out on a … Read moreJacking Off
Turpentine Blue
its turpentine blue, sometimes, the way it smells out here in the low lands of politics and disease where the teeth are worse than sharks and a brother might never get the boot off his neck to breathe, and I’m left wondering if the Gulag had a place for a person with strange elections of … Read moreTurpentine Blue
Notes to Pass On
We’d been drinking all afternoon; hot sun outside, inside ogling the whores that stood drinking right alongside us, sure that we’d never spend the money unless we came in with an ear to ear grin. I couldn’t see very well; double, sometimes triple. she’d told me that morning, after I woke up; coming to with … Read moreNotes to Pass On