We spent July at the sea and the summer seemed to last forever

whatever this desire i have to sink. 
It's when I feel my body as a vessel
speaking, thinking, thinking, thinking
always learning.
as a blanket of inked skin over bones
one day to be
burned and set out to sea.

and then light pours through 
my window and I fall into
line
flowers bloom - like a religon
i keep this devotion to falling in love
with every girl
i see.
and everything about money, and work
and happiness seems like
such a lie.
 
whatever my hands
do to keep from shaking,
Write something she
can take inside of her
and keep secret.
make another promise within
a promise
keeping thinking
skin over bone
keep looking at the tattoos on my
hands, keep hitting the keys-------snap snap snap

Creature Fear

The doors are locked
the lights are off. 
Feeling lost without
you
sometimes-maybe
okay- 
what i miss most
is 
getting to use
my sailor mouth.
going down.
the murky lake
of memories.

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.  

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

 

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