I wish I had a monkey that brought me mojitos.
I would call him Mojito Monkey.
And life would be nicer.
Ahhhhh
My Mojito Monkey.
Category: What it is
Pause
Fetid breath
of an urban summer.
smells and sounds…
even thoughts,
hang stickily in the air.
Relief
is
not in sight.
But It
is coming.
Spanish Sunset Epilogue
This moons for you
Spanish Sunset
Orange – Reddish – Bronzish –
Some conflagration of color
spray painted behind the mountains.
A work of art
crafted just for me
Now coming to you,
In London,
and
From Boston to Miami.
(that includes Brooklyn too)
To Chicago
and LA and all the “San’s”,
and yes
Osaka we did not forget you.
Much Love
and
Good Night
Spanish Sunset
Orange – Reddish – Bronzish –
Some conflagration of color
spray painted behind the mountains.
A work of art
crafted just for me
Now coming to you,
In London,
and
From Boston to Miami.
(that includes Brooklyn too)
To Chicago
and LA and all the “San’s”,
and yes
Osaka we did not forget you.
Much Love
and
Good Night
lifted
when the corner
of your mouth
is infected
with a touch of smile.
put down the meds,
it will be OK,
trust me.
i want
I want it all.
Even what
I should not touch
with my thoughts.
Icarus.
I have
so much,
but not what
I don’t have.
What is lost….
Pieces….
of yesterday.
Fly Dammit.
Fly.
Summer kommt
‘Summer breeze
makes me feel fine
Blowin’ through the jasmine in my mind’
Are you ready?
for lush nights
filled with lusty wet kisses
and fragrant delights
from soft shy petals
that bloom only at night;
secreting seductive
scents; and
soothing souls
who seek.
reminding them gently-
that love is already here.
past and
present
meet at the crossroads.
and I sit here waiting
for you.
Fire
burns you
&
warms you
&
lights the way.
I have been scorched by the flame.
I have felt the warmth.
I have been enlightened,
my own flame kindled-
re-kindled.
dangerous
but necessary
and seductive.
Thanks to Prometheus –
or is it Pandora?
Pieces, revisted
Broken shells
Shattered glass
Sand on the beach…
What was lost
is never found.
Leave it
for the birds,
and fly away.
I am sorry
I loved you
Too much to say
Nowhere to go,
And Oblivion is near,
and it is not
found
in your warm embrace.
I loved you.
Farewell,
Where is the dustpan?
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