Wednesday, February 4, 2009


His hands were steady as he pulled another knot tight on my cheek. I felt a drop of blood fall as he tightend it. The shot, the booze, my hard headedness, took the pain out of it. Just one more interuption in an otherwise good night of drinking. The ER had taken way too long. I was ready to leave a long time ago. I let others convince me that this was the best option. Must stop bleeding! I was not going to bleed to death. They were afraid my scar was going to be too much. I was missing the moan of the street and couldn't think of charisma lost. The nurse dabbed my face with what smelt like an iodine soaked gauze. My belly rumbled for a hambuger as my loins screamed out for pussy. It was something about laying there some what in others control that sent my mind scittering. I really did want a burger. I really did need a woman. Being inert opened the neediest chanels. I could move but was not allowed to. I found I was hungry for the most basic of needs. My friend took me around the corner to a Greek diner and insisted we have a burger. He was old fashion in the sense that if you loose blood you must eat meat. We did just that. I would have never escaped his kindness if I hadn't slipped out to the street while he was washing his hands. The cool sunny air kissed me good morning and whispered promises of complete healing.


The sun rose, the sun set. What I saw would stagger most. If I knew how to apologize for beauty I would, I don't. Staggering to find my feet, struggling for breath, I wonder if what I saw was true. No such beauty could be marked with paint and brush, no such stride could be replicated. The whisper, the moan, the kiss, the neck, leaves me feeling naked. Let me whisper once in that ear and I am sure I will make a fool of myself.

Saturday, January 17, 2009


To unfold thoughts on such a beauty would be brutish.Hard handed and coarse I walk by. The heart stings as each step rings. To breathe, to whisper, it is much more difficult. Truth fumbles on lips. Sun sets on your golden hair.My whisper is swept away.The kiss is stolen by the forgotten wind.

Sunday, January 11, 2009


Fallen and forgotten fragance of the untied hair left y0u spinning. How could y0u fool? With windows closed and eyes opened you stepped past the whisper and kiss. Not your fault as you found your fist. Pitiful. Tears not sworn by promises leave you feeling a bit rotten. Swollen and tired you stab at it one more time. No one sees as you dizzly leave.

Friday, January 2, 2009


slant eyed and stumbling I approached the dawn. Not what I expected but I was not dissapointed. As the new day approached I wondered which feather to pet and which tooth to avoid. I was not bitten nor was I sworn. Much the same had happened,but it was new as the first time. I swore I would not make that mistake again.