Books that sacred gift!
Little blocks of compressed love
Or tedious socks.

They're my
Ear canals, 
Baby!

Traversed by the
Gondolas 
Of my 
Aural 
Experience.

Navigated
By the 
Gondoliers 
Of my 
Consciousness.

Riding
Your murmurs,
Baby!

Run, run,
Little rabbit.
Run!

Can you,
Feel my hot breath
There?

Panting,
On your sweet neck
Now.

Faster
Little rabbit.
Run.

 

 

Once upon
A time,
I thunked.

I thought
I was
A thinker. 

Me?
I'm far too
Flesh and Flood.

Swept up 
And Away
In Desires.

All too
Fallible and 
Full of Failings.

On a shorter path
To transcend
Transcendence.

I ain't no Zen, 
Monastic Saint.
Oh, Fuck No.

Me?
I'm a lion tamer
Who still has both hands.
 
Deaf to the wordless
Entreaties of Fate

Down on his dumb luck,
Handcuffed and tongue tied.
Huh?

 

 

Instant attraction,
Naked heart of the matter;
Singularity.

I still love,
I'll get over it.

Life goes on,
Until it doesn't.

Always out of reach:
...the stars,
...dreams,
...unrequited love.

That same,
Tired, old
Bunch of,
Sour grapes.

Tears stream down my face.
Your hot sauce inflames my soul.
Bite my tongue, baby.

 

No nose ring for me.
Snout down rooting in the dirt,
Truffle snuffling swine.

Be compassionate.
Passion is underrated;
The heartbeat of stars.

Pour out your first beer.
Libations for lost homies.
Hymns to Ninkasi.

The door still says, "Push."
The hand scrawl'd note, "Closed for good."
Climb through the window!