I wander while you sleep.
I’ve just gone out to check
If the moonflow’rs have bloomed:
For stars, if the sky is clear,
And cicadas are warbling.
I’m making sure the street lights
All showed up for their shifts,
Hoping to see stray cats
Swagger out for the hunt.
I’m here counting the cracks
In the parking lot
With my bare feet,
And checking the lock
On the bicycle
Someone stole
A week ago.
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Recipe for a Sex
One part whiskey of striving
With conscience, intellect, and morality
One part sours of driving
Water, bones, instinct, and brutality-
Stirred, and poured over rocks
Of gender expectations, and normality,
Spat into the standard social box,
Left to question only his mortality.
Futile Pursuits
No man should ever task himself
To change the woman to whom he is bound;
Such an undertaking would be preposterous –
Just as if he would place his two hands in the ocean
In some attempt, with flesh and bone
To change the deepest currents to better carry his ship-
Just as if he would, with the grasp of his fingers
Pluck the very moon from an evening.
Women, currents, and moons all have their purposes-
Their ways which mysteriously, and cyclically
Keep the universe we know a consistent weave
Of a fabric and pattern which must never change.
Rather our task ever remains- in truth,
To vanguard the movements and orbits so pivotal
To the continued success of thought and existence
And in so doing, to shed a star’s light for them
On the clearest ways that they may march
And unleash their gentle fury, power and wisdom-
Without which man would be but formless dust
Hapless, meaningless, drifting from nowhere
To nothing.
Dressed, Undressed
I could undress you and pluck
From your body, as leaves
From a branch- and thunderstruck-
Behold your breast as it heaves
Your bare white shoulder receives
A breath, such a breath
Yours to possess until death.
I have, but will not
For today you have dressed
In that way you were taught
Renders me wanton, impressed,
Elegant woman, I am obsessed
Losing my breath, such a breath
Yours to possess until death.
Above All
Thus far the years have passed
as an exquisite string of loving
songs and listening to
beautiful women.
Each melody sets fire
to my loins and fornicates
with my proverbial heart
where gentle woman cannot reach.
prince nothing 