Birds flew over the wooden bench wherehe sat tall and simple,a lump on his throat, wanting to say something special.There were mad dreams in his mind,miles, hills, and spread of fieldscrossing over laughters and weddings.Unshaven, red-eye from waiting for that moment.I ran away to the trip of promise, the highway of rushing machine balls,leaving the … More Unspoken
You jumped like a serial thief of the night,unto the lighted gatepost.The clear, the soul darting eyesmerged into a haunting hormone purring.Why did the clothed sky feel the cuddling of your soft hair?Do your independent dreams stretch the magic sleep of heaven’s breast?Your whiskers trembled at the smallest of black swept-lips licking and nine lives … More Cat’s Desire
There’s a little more, a little further and deeper,into the heart, into an apartment shower,rough, rogue and robust;someone who knowsso much refuge,the navigatingroad maps of eucalyptus splitting branches,and scroll full terrain pennedin long hands and phrases,the bathing forest, fierce and fearsome,Yes, a little lighter,like the manuscript of leaves falling and decomposing,A little more hurried,the anxious … More A Little More
Intoxication reeks of combustible ethanol on a head-ached opaque late morning. Even with all the force and platitudes dispensed from a historical milieu about the folly of drinking, the eminence of c’est la vie prevails. Even with how much you want to dash out the spoiled offspring of fermentation with obsequious courtesy, the bastard called … More C’est la vie Paris and be drunk!