Head Mistress

I feel as though I should preface this with something
explaining that editing is not my style
and this will be raw, but you
already know this about me and
You like it that way, don't you?
At least, I want to believe you do

I feel like my words come
out wrong. Needing more. Wanting more.
Never being the perfection
I desire, yet always
they find their way inside you and worm
themselves to someplace
You attempt to mask
They scratch and claw away to fuel
some symbiotic link to them
Simply feeding me with your tears. I have never been
moved more.

Your intellect and insight are so
frightening,
which makes you all the more alluring.
Seductive.
I told you I want to be one with your mind, and I
very much intend to
Sliding into that device could only result in the most
blissful sensation known to, at
least, this man.

You instill confidence, desire
Envy.
In every inch of text that I subject myself to
Poems are just words
It's the belief of its meaning that
gives it power
Admiration conveyed through
Thoughts written.

This poem is solely for you.

Zombies

Chaos ensues through panic
wide-spread
Shambling movements
across the burning streets,
dread rides a slow beast internally.
News, silent
offers no salvation for minds
or hearts (bodies)
Growing vast with consumption
consuming
Those terrified of audiences
flee the sanctuary of home and hole,
against seas of moans and hunger
Only to die alone
in a group of people.

Block

Inviting curiousity to
break walls down
Listening for inspiration
across foreign lips
Losing myself in an ocean
of cells,
emotion - ambition
Vehicles continue forth
with no driver present
Ideas,
Words give way to destruction
and silence murders person.

Waitress

The lust of morning
calls heavily to heart
To be overtaken by desire
in this affair, coveting
The heat brings
our passion to life
Subtle kisses sweetened
by yellow dressed love
Your darkened body made whole
with cream poured into shape
Sweat runs against our skin,
the passion unending
And lovingly repeated,
every day a necessity.

Counting the Time With Cars

Racing down streets in this urban disaster
Trying to catch her as quickly as possible
Will all the assumptions be wrong?
No
Crippled by a first glance
Package delivered
Staring secretly to avoid misinterpretations
Are feelings the same, standing before her?
Friends and gatherings make us uncomfortable
Duet walks in the sonata of moonlight help assessments
Minds can comprehend a lot but
They are not what one needs, feels, or
Wants
No straying from her side
No loss of breath from conversation
No missed smiles
Moments of bliss spread over
With each passing minute
Consume her and live through her
Steal her strength and views and passion
If only to stay the night for her voice
As she sleeps
Wake to her and continue on again

Burn Like an Addict

polaroids of lost times
birthdays, adventures, and common days alike
shuffled together and flickered
across movie screens in cold theatres
alcoholic memories defined
by urges that lose their meaning

when one is so tiny and insignificant
anything seems to be a delusion of grandeur
sans ego
illusions pending
lights on the veranda snuffed out
mosquitos resume their assault

sometimes skies seem to endlessly gag
on the smoke and ash that floats about
decidedly worse on each new morning
no resolutions sometimes, only failures
salty tears will accumulate on smooth cheeks
but some fires just refuse to go out

Baseball In Some Fashion

thoughtless at times
at times nothing more
men need to swear in some fashion
highs and lows in stride
casual glances towards imprints
alone in the snow frigid snow
where are you now?

scratched by linen tags
on necks rubbed, no grinded raw
sight and sound absent
touch never failing like dignity does
a scar
just a scar never leaving

addictions to pulmonary functions
are just water cooler comedy
broken branches
hold no icy weight
sitting outside when night sets in
breathing darkness in

another cigarette to savor
the death of opportunity
another shattered picture
of emotional grifters
just another mind
drawn to wishful thinking