Yesterday, I got drunk
On-
The staccato rumble of
God’s laughter

Igniting pillars
Of crazy thoughts

Consuming
With a passion
The rare bliss
Of heavenly communion

There were angels
Dressed like drag-queens
Smoking pot and
Drenched in cool acid

The Old Man
Lay in four dimensions
Absorbing-
Layers of Earthly sin

Weird sounds
Grew from his ears
Blowing holes
Through the fabric of logic

I sifted
Through the sand
Under his feet
And found the spirits
Of mortality and immortality
Lying side by side

A curious copulation
Of beautiful extremes

We were surrounded
By a band of satyrs
Sampling the delights
Of drug induced paranoia

There was a crowd
Behind us
Filled with
Schizos and hypos
Crazies and homos
Prostitutes and publishers
Capitalists and Christians
Pornographers and politicians

All chanting
The true name
In unknown harmonics

God smiled
And created a new world
Out of the surreal images
Floating in his blank eyes

I touched
His cloak
Made of lightning and thunder
To glimpse a vision of bright orgasm

It smelt
Like burnt ozone (there)
Oozing through
The leaky holes
Of my shattered brain

Wicked laughter
Echoed around me
From time to time
Pulsing like young stars
Shattering the crowded silence

I was restless
To undream
These fantastic visions
From heavenly hell

A slow dance
Of deep bass
In the confines
Of my confused mind
Disoriented, vague

I realized
The cruel weakness
Of proletarian mortality
A class struggle
Even in utter infinity

I

These
Aural delights, and
Thought poems
Light up
My grey body
With the light of
Exploding stars

—–

Blue blades
Of thought
Pass through
The low valleys
Of my mind
Setting fire
To the dry wood
Of my ego

—–

Inside my head
A dream
Unwrapping
Its maroon wrapper

Delicate, fragile
Like a child’s smile
Like a woman’s womb

I peer
I await

Snow and glow
Ecstasy and intimacy

II

It’s all sounds
Out there

Bird trills, car whooshes,
Flower blooms, wind whispers,
Insect buzzes, cycle bells,
Exhaust blows, human sighs,
Heater burps, love tweaks

And in the midst
Of this golden orchestra

Your clear tenor
Spreading wings
Singing my soul songs

—–

I missed you
Today

On cold benches
Inside my heart’s trenches
In wet paper
In my thought’s vapor
Beside empty halls
In dark cellars
Outside barred doors
Under tiled floors
Between withered trees
Around my mind’s chimneys

—–

Covered in red
I sit here
And try to imagine
The quiet warmth
Of your soft body
Entwined with mine

—–

In the new room
I sit
Old sounds
Crashing
Around me

I wait
For you
To come back
From your painful picnic

III

We dreamt
Together
Of future love
And painful patience
But you
Lost interest so fast

—–

Now
Are you happy?
Having shattered
My moving
Thought-empire
My fragile
Feeling-fellowship

——

I was looking
At the other side
When you plunged
The dagger of hate
In my back

You cut open
My lacerated heart
Like a red melon
And feasted
On the pain
On the hurt
On the seeds of love
Like a starving succubi

—–

See the rain
Sweep away the silver
From our volatile dreams

—–

I hope that
Sometimes
In the quiet solitude
Of your lonely dreams
You wonder
What if?

What if
Life hadn’t
Changed lanes
Switching to the
Opposite lane
Of slow obscurity?

——

The walls
Of familiar politeness
Are up

Let me celebrate
In silent apathy

What a letdown!
What an anti-climax!

True love
Is a perfect
Oxymoron

Time crying
In golden streams

Lifting spirits
Bending wills

I pause
With answers

“The line is straight”

Time laughing
Like wind chimes

Breaking bonds
Burning bridges

I run
With fear

“The line is a circle”

Time thinking
Like old trees

Forming connections
Erasing emotions

I look
In awe

“The line is a loop”

Time absorbing
Like a black hole

Painting pictures
Fading sounds

I weep
With sadness

“The line is an ellipse”

Time leaking
Like broken umbrellas

Filling outlines
Masking details

I cry
With pain

“The line is a full stop”

On the sofa
We lay lost
In our feelings
Tracing hair and
Hidden fingertips
While the fan above
Slowly revolved with
Our newly evolving love

—–

we were talking
when time flew
in through the
open window to
snuggle with our
love and tell us
shared stories
from our collective
pasts and futures

—–

We sat
Side by side
In the evening
Thinking-
About love found
About hands united

The sun
Fell below the far line
Leaving us
To trace our palms
And find
The map of Cupid’s folly

—–

Three pink pillows
you wanted yesterday,
In exchange for a
notional apology from me.
Today you think
and refuse to talk.
So I wander around the
house looking for words
you forgot to erase from
our common conversation

—–

Images come and go
Falling like wet hail
On my narrow sorrows

Watery eyes in transit
Watching the dull glow

Of

A sliver of sunshine
Quivering in a droplet
Of our distilled love

I look in the mirror
To find those dreams
You carved
On my concave cheeks

—–

Trace my eyebrows
With your rhymes
As they arch over
Your words left unsaid

—–

I felt your love
Like petals of water
Inside my
Sleeping heart

—–

My voice remained
Alone-
Inside your
Partitioned heart

——

Patience doesn’t grow
On discarded feelings
Nor does it wait for
Those blinded by ego

—–

Sometimes love
Is like a train
Moving away from you
As you are arriving

The Seasons
sound their silent bells
before time

Cold rain
washing the dry
dust, off the reluctant trees

Wet dogs and dripping
cats huddle like
shipwrecked survivors
under lonely park benches

The sulking sun
suddenly steps out
to create
god’s seventh hope

—–

Fresh snow
falling in wintry waves
covering everything
with a pregnant hush

Hollow footsteps
melting into strange shapes
reminding me of my thoughts
on a cold Sunday morning

Closed sounds, grey feelings
Winter rising

——

Brilliant sunshine
seeping through my cold skin
like my lover’s smile

A rush of warmth
as my bones bask
in the golden glow
of life awakening

I’m not a poet
I’m not even a writer
I’m just another word-dreamer

You and me
On the rock, dissolving
In the soft moonlight

Your back arched
In pregnant pleasure
Framing the tangent
Between light and shadow

Me on my back
Watching you stretch
My (simple) name
In ecstatic amplitude

A magical night
Of unnoticed union
In lambent woods

—–

Your hands
Instruments of pleasure
Building towers of tension

Interlocked
In your perfect groove
I stretch and turn
To taste your
Upper hardened softness

And then
The intimate exudation
In the pristine folds
Of my handy companion

—–

Picture this!

My tongue
Tracing the wet outlines
Of your liquid lips

My fingers flowing along
Your softened curves

And then
My body enveloping yours
With the comfortable heat
Of my rising sensuality

I ride on the gossamer wings of dawn
Watching the world below slowly wake up
The dark tendrils of the night slowly withdraw
Leaving a pale blue light in their wake

Grey clouds move in stately fashion
Their edges lit up by invisible sun rays
Dead shadows spring to life with a passion
As a soulful morning tune plays

Around me a soft wind blows
Gathering old memories in its gentle embrace
Isn’t this how time flows?
Erasing old yesterdays without a trace

Shining dew drops drip down the eaves
While a fresh and clean smell pervades the air
As trees shake sleep out of their leaves
Birds trill gay secrets, old and rare

The best part of the day
Gently moves aside for the rising sun
With vague promises of another bright day
Arise! The king has started on his majestic procession

Salted beans
Swirling in the green
Liquid, like
Submerged elephant-gods

I dip my finger
Into the verdant concoction
Parting the colliding
Waters, like a modern Moses

A delicate softness
A sweaty embrace
Steamy yet sublime
Wet yet velvety

I lick my finger
A twang of lime
A breath of garlic
A whisper of coriander

An invisible explosion
A subliminal movement
A steady flow of
Sensual sensations