Life 2.0

Seeking the lusts of a misplaced youth

Has left me feeling like a shadow of

I. As if a soul once scarred

Whispers “stop, don’t go” charging blindly 

Forward in frustrated haste. Lessons that 

Should  have been learned through time, 

Happened all at once…or perhaps the lessons 

Still need taught. Punishment is dealt.

Karma wrought in reverse…karma, not real.

Lusts of life made manifest through 

Vicarious means, stepping stones to

A looser life. Practice on strangers,

Practice on “friends”. Space dust…

Yellow light, blue light, green uniformity,

Uniform semblance, lost with reaction’s rising.

Recovery ascending, rising above the herd… 

Each becoming a moment; a plateau; an expanding event horizon.

Life beyond the bounds.



New Friend

Woman jumps to say hi, gorgeously framed in an ebon and ivory dream, 

Tight, curvy, hair serenely draped…lost for words 

Twitching nethers reaffirms sexuality, fuck me, I love women! 


What Is Really Real?

To love, truly love; to be loved, truly loved…

A hopeless romantic’s wet dream, their coup de gras.

Grasping futility, deathly grip tightening noose of solitary night.

Touching hearts, leaving marks, marks of conscious apparent…

Not seen but felt in dead of night, that lunar moment 

That restless night, the queer knowing that you cannot know

Cannot fathom, though what is felt is real, real as hand to face

Facepalm moments when shared by most, shunned to silent reverie 

The bright stars, the artists, the shining lights… Their calling is nigh

The reason to be is resolute in knowing that expression is all that is real.


Three Line Poem

We have ne’er begun for the separation of life, that itch holding hostage life streams unwound.

Love remains an unthought known, removed for salient distractions, life, losers, unlove found.

Whispering water holds the voice of the age, the singing source of energy not bound.