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@senor-plume
you can only think of me with my broken tooth and battered hip
my knees are not to die for though but still you can only say my name as you clear your throat in the morning air standing there in front of your reflected image …toothbrush in hand
I’m still here by the way …I am not a figment of your wild imagination
you can only hear my song when you lay your darling head down on the pillow each and every night …next to another man that you know you no longer love
it’s all me in your heart when your hands go up his back in another love making session that bores you to little tiny tears and you finish yourself off once he heads to the bathroom to wash his face with a image of me standing in his robe with a smirk on my little boy face
it’s completely me with the lights killed and you know there is only one way to bring a halt to my dreamy arrivals in your soul
to hold on to me as I scrape across the sky to rescue you from your domestic dullness
and come I will
just hang on a bit longer darlin’ I’m coming soon and a smile will curl on your lips as I reach out for you for the first time
you can only think of me bad bones and skin all the unsightly blemishes that I own you want to make your own and that’s just ducky by me
she leaves little sweet grapes on the page
some would call them poems but her crisp prose and juicy tales always remind me of grapes
and I love grapes
Deep diving with Pixies this morning.
My weed smells like port wine cheese.
I wait for her crumbs as if they were:
bouquets of daisies. brand new records. kisses on the lips. cool ass coffee mugs.
I check in with a hopeful wink to find:
stems and thorns. melted wax…warped and all. smeared lipstick on another man. scalded chin from too many cracks.
but this leash (that fits like a cape) is tight and out of my control
lead me back to you (not that I’d ever run, mind you)
make me heel as I sit with blazing hot fingers digging out letters that are beyond my control
to breath for a slight smidgen of remembrance
a happy old How Ya Doin’
But she’s down to paltry iota of seconds
her clocks hums much differently than mine
I want our old three in the morning flirtations
not crusty thrown apart nothingness
I am an animal waiting for the time to move towards me…
simply for me
I want her all as I gobble up her elusive crumbs when I get them
but I do complain about it
can you tell?
At 56, I'm finally satisfied with my body's appearance. The head, sadly, still has to go.
Crackity Jones, waiting for me to spin the Pixies.
3rdEyeGirl
grinding in slumber with our bodies warm & unaware
we dream deep blue
flashes of red
lightning orange
my hand up her pajama top
her breath against my neck
sleeping and dreaming we are with someone else
I’m soft
a sensitive guy who weeps pure joy when a song captures the perfect moment for you and I
Touch me
tender with soft pajamas and fuzz fuzz slippers protecting them ten tiny toes from this frigid New York breeze
Nuzzle my neck
on the sofa with the softest skin in town you will slide easily across it all with the slightest of smiles hiding behind the dimple
Search my eyes
for a touch of steel… a rock thrown pupil eases into mush underneath eyelashes which only blink for you (but you knew that already)
Hold on to me
with a mouth hiding insecurities (…pudding for the asking…) scoop up the delicate offerings and kiss them dearly
This soft guy
searching for a speck of muscle inside… a glimmer of football chants and Hustler flipping
a clover instead of an oak
my frail palm turned up and waiting
fluttering …just a tiny bit
There is nothing finer Than a woman in a cardigan.
I see the magazines and calendars Of bikini babes Sporting the latest in Swimwear fashion
(Belly button always showing)
As a teenager…my tongue would be To the floor And heartrate extremely accelerated
Now a days It does nothing for me
I like to think I have matured
Grown refined, perhaps
I like it when my girl Throws hers on
She grew sexier the minute That sweater was adorned
kamikaze drinks in our moist palms as the jukebox spits out raw beats here at the tavern
drinking for the hell of it (mostly the boredom of summer) we ignore the clocks face upon the wall and we lose track of ourselves
but a cigarette is in order so we hightail it outside …next to the motorcycle shop and light up (with amazing gusto)
exhaling blue smoke under the clouds of an wonderful evening my lady declares that she never drinks this early “never when the sun is still up there”
calling me a bad influence she laughs and coolly takes a hit from her freshly rolled cigarette as I stand…weaving a bit listening to her voice …it smacks me in the heart and I realize just how pleased I am to have her on my side…my team
walking back into the bar we hear the Eagles playing and we decide quickly to finish our drinks and get home where Don Henley will never harm us
which is what we do
and now as the alarm clock ticks past three in the morning I can hear my girl breathing lightly on the bed and I am glad that she is my sweetheart
I bring the pipe to my lips and inhale deeply (…hold it in now…) completely satisfied with my life
yeah…for the first time in ages I am pleased as punch to be around
I blow the marijuana smoke out and wonder if I should wake her up from the nap she decided to take
I do
she stirs under the sheets as I kiss the tip of her nose
wake up soul sister!
we have things to do
things to talk about
laughter and romance
tongues and fingers
I hand her the wooden pipe and watch as she applies the fire to the weed
and like two peas in a pot pod we enjoy the early morning and promise each other to watch the sun rise together
so we wait and her hand rubs my thigh as we sit side by side on the front porch
the sun will rise the sun will be here soon and then we can sleep for good
we watch it rising and decide that the sun is just a ball of beautiful boredom
so we rise from our chairs and skip (like fools…like morons) to the bedroom
the two of us on the bed as the sunlight pours in all over us but we sleep deeply with my arm over her chest and her stuffed animal …her longest sleeping companion lays silent in her arms
the day was a miracle of joy and companionship
hooray for us
let me say it again…
hooray for us
and I’ll even add a yippee hooray because it was just that kind of day
Backyard Buddies.
mutilated raw to the bone
meat hanging by strings above my head
dying in the rift as stars pollute my mind
cracked up in a hospital somewhere orange juice flows like a wine river next to my buckled feet
my birthday cake rots on the kitchen table next to the stained microwave
tea pot whistles dixie and I dance around in my favorite cardigan and red suede shoes
my bones shatter and my wig falls off
soon I am nude standing in front of the window
the catholic school students across the street from me all take out their cameras and take my photograph
the cops ain't gonna like it
not one bit