Square One

Hangovers and Pancakes.

Trees and tall foreign birds.

I return
to capture past victories
only to realize the defeat
of me,

in me.

Brazilian babes shouting.
Robin
talking to me
about shoes,
or clothes….
I don’t remember…
because
it was was Robin fuckin’ Williams.

Best day of my fuckin’ life.

But.
I am here
now

Again.

Not my best day.
But a good day.
A damned
Good day.

Love
Lust
Life…
MEAT.

All fighting inside of me.

All
Losing.

But

I

Win,
when I submit.
to you.

after the storm

this longing,
undiminished yet
faltering,
like a wet feather in the wind.

swirling galaxies of delight and wonder
wait
to find their way
to you.

if only i was strong enough,

if only there was time enough.

if only.
if only.

a stalking wind,
hot
dry,
charged with audacity
and purpose,
rolls in
over my dreams,
sending tingles of nostalgia
through these borrowed bones.

it is time.

are you ready?

LP No. 44_2021_love songs

reverberations of summers gone past
wrinkle my nose
as i sink back
into this nostalgic reverie.

she arrives early,

gliding
in with grace,
and a knowing grin,
already tempting
Summer’s sin.

and this sun missed skin
longs
to be sunkissed again,
that darkened ebony glow,
a mark of Ra’s love.

so i sing
in silent harmony
with three birds sitting
in the crooked tree.

LP No. 40_2021_communions and confessions

slipt
softly through
shadow and cloud,
returning again
to me,
as you always do.
a wraith of perfection,
a beacon for a dreaming soul

without knowing,
i wait.

i wander through my days
waiting

for you.

waiting
to throw my very being
against
your implacable calm
and drink in
your luminescence.

you give me nothing.

and I feel
nothing.

but in your Graceful flame,
devoid of love,
i touch infinity.