Sunday, May 24, 2015

Going down on you

m staring out the window watching a plane fly over our building while the boss is pointing at pie-charts and spreadsheets. SSSSSSSSSSSSVOOOOOOOOMMMMMM!
“Sales are down. We need to make a push or (in a don’t blame me voice) corporate will start asking for head-count.”
This contradicts the fact we just added three new outside and one inside sales.  Come join us on our sinking ship? Perhaps we should give it a few months and see what happens when these guys actually put feet on the on 500 degree street.  Have I mentioned its fucking HOT is South Florida.
   Another plane makes its approach for landing its so loud it covers the robotic drone of manager rhetoric. Not like I was listening anyway. My sales have doubled since I was moved here. I’ve already begun packing for a road-trip in my head. But, the planes coming and going remind me of you. Coming and going.  I keep trying to see you again.  If you could get away- would you? Maybe you can come down here? I keep trying to find the quickest way to shore off my sinking ship.  Feel that high again. Going down on you.  Crash and burn.  

Thursday, May 14, 2015

All we do in summer



Give me
the lost
at sea dream
tonight
there are
a million  
reasons
I think back
to her
and some of
them not even
sex
sex
sex
I swim through
gallons of
Salt water
Searching
for solid
Ground
Out of the sky
like a blue-bird
Write to me
your sex -swim-
sex
 


Friday, March 27, 2015

Pulling out of Poetry



Whatever the heart wants....
Well, Ive got to tell you
I'm always waiting to long to tell her.
The ones ive told 
while penetrating
both body and soul
I'd say , hardly the place
for big decisions.
to pull out or not to pull out
that should
be
the only
question in life.
Whatever my heart wants
you can ask the bluebird
that Bukowski never
lets out
all night I sit here drunk on the words
the whores
and the
dreams
that never die.
Ive had my fair share of pulling out
and not.
but, 
this time
I
think i will 

Sunday, March 8, 2015

Wonder Lust


you told me 
secrets in
and out
when my finest moments
were inside
you.

i mistook your words
for gold. 
consider them
as if you spoke
to clouds
or hide them away inside of 
stars.


just don't look up,
when it's
raining down
lies. 
 
============================


vapor trails 
of all
our
make
believe

Sunday, March 1, 2015

Words are for Sleeping




Looks like an April road-trip-
Days-off  from work approved. Tattoo appointment in N.C. scheduled. Tickets for shows purchased.
It will be Lydia Loveless up in Asheville, NC. and on the way back home gonna catch
The Avett Brothers at the House of Blues in Orlando, Fl.  All the in between isn't worked out, like where to stay, hike, camp, cabin. Gotta leave somethings to chance. 

 -


It will soon be summer-
 The short lived cold spell is over down here- back to the Heat.
all the attitudes. the short fused tempers that make this place
just so special. .
clouds. clouds. rain.
Shiny condos sealed shut until next year.
beach cottages in Kool-Aid colors-
It leaves you,

sea shelled and boat dizzy,
the tourists pack up
to go home.