My Addiction

Like licking honey

off a sharp knife

my addiction

Sinful eyes of want

soul searing need

loving affliction

She whispers prayers

in the night

to salt my dreams

As an animal

cinnamon-sweet

carnal screams

So true and clear

her black-green

jealous heart

She claws my back

she draws my blood

she tears me apart

she beckons

pain to vanish

my addiction

Warm Hearts

We have screwed the Earth
And that is for sure
There are few things in life we know to be true
But this is one

We examine our fingernails
Seeking a bit of dirt
A fraction of earth
A clue

We think of the news we see
Everyday lavender loveliness
Videos and pictures and serious talking
Our eyes eat

We contemplate of Pacific Ocean Islands
Of floating plastic
It must be the cheating Chinese or others (not us)
Polar bears singing sad songs of swimming sorrow

There is only one more spoon of ice cream left in the very bottom
We dream muscle car dreams
Proceeding down the promenade perfumed
A clear drop of ethyl behind each ear

Steel Beamed Heaven

Looky-lou Lord looming brightly above
Steel beamed heaven dimensions
Tour guides hollow booming presence

Where is our manna to quench us?

Now I lay me down to lunch
Seeking six sigma refreshment
Tepidly twittering my keyboard’s clitoris

Singing sad songs of what becomes of us

Paperless people screech sermons of surrender
Flightless dumb doves flutter by desks
Going to die in their wastebasket quests

Crashing in the distance making our eyelids heavy
Wave after wave of metallic rolling thunder
Nodding off within reach, on our chemically sweet beach

Conversations tried and conversations lost
Being such plugged in bits of wan wonder
Conversation died it’s the IPod’s cost

our wayward leaders they can’t teach us

Did I Write This?

Anne Frank
waiting in Berlin
my turn
going to the doctor monday
They will look at his heart
2-25-08 they will look
like a child looks at a cats bunghole
with wonderment