A SATIRICAL ELEGY ON THE DEATH OF CASUAL SEX

Thought I saw love once, But I was looking through the bottom of a bottle Thought I cared for him once, But it was just another bedpost to throttle. . When the snake finds himself awake You’re naked in his nest As he slithers towards you When you’re hungover and not at your best. ….

Haiku: Gaia

This beloved green Soon fades to a hateful black Unseen until attack.

The House

The house looked exactly like every other house in the neighborhood. The guy that lived there seemed alright, too. Mr Turner was a hunched wrinkle of a man who wheezed as he walked, but when he was walking his poodle, Cujo, around the neighborhood park, he always seemed very friendly- especially around the neighborhood children….

To My Dearest

Two days without you is far too long to go. Blood keeps cursing and coursing in spite of your absence, so I guess this day is just another day And we don’t really get another say. I must however say to thee how much I miss thee, My dear Coffee. . Dearest Coffee, I love…

The Epitaph of the West

Economics, politics, religion, Plagues to afflict the world we live in. If there were a human condition It is that which we die in. . Jesus Jehovah Allah God! All are the same All have given up on the game All left us on our tod. . Vaccinations and medications and reasons not to die,…

I Kneel At The Altar

Bold, naked souls are entwined like life; love- Entwined like bodies can never be, Flying like a winged Cherub above Gold, silver and satin emotions free You are the closest to heaven and life As a sinner like me is likely to get. I fell in Lust but then I fell in Love. Love is…

Jane D.

I’ve seen you sometimes. Not in that pretentious asshole I’ve-seen-the-real-you-and-it’s-beautiful-but-you-don’t-know-it kind of way, I mean, I hope it doesn’t sound like that- I mean in the normal way. Like, when we go out for a walk. (Sorry, I’m making you sound like a dog here, but let me continue my point, please.) We live in…

For the New Millenium

I couldn’t write you a love song Every time I try, it goes wrong… I always wind up involving rum And wind up daydreaming ’bout your bum. Many a tequila sunrise I’ve had to face ‘Cause my mind’s always on the case. So, why can’t I write you a love song? Hasn’t this gone on…

Her Song

She holds on to your memory. Keeps your picture near at all times. Her locket. Her bedside. Her piano. Dark curls and green eyes. Perfect white teeth. A sharp chin. Her lover. Arched eyebrows. When she sits down at the keyboard to play; She’ll hear the words in her ears: ‘I love it when you…

Lock

This soft gold light is only our beginning Love, let us talk until this gold turns silver- To other people this may not seem winning And even no more than a bronze sliver. This feeling is something more intrinsic- Their views are sick and green; take no notice. We two have been false, but this…

Distance is French for…

Once upon a time, there was you and me. We knew not how to act, but were happy- And sad in equal measure, for you see, Far away was where our love had to be. Distance is the bind that separates; And you are the other half of my heart- I know we’re lonely and…

The Life of Charlotte

On the 21st o April, 1816, a miracle was born. Miracles seldom have adequate names, so the gods decided to call this one, ‘Charlotte Brontë’. It was a fitting name, for that was also her birth name. Her father was an Irish Anglican Clergyman, and so her family was reasonably well-off; they’d have had to…