Hot so hot

fire through

 

the night

 

mostly in my

head, feeding

 

gloves to monsters.

 

All the King’s horses

have turned

 

to stone:

 

my eyes become

‘’love crumbs’’

 

the bed sheets

& the sweat

 

have melted

with the words

 

you might have

said.

 

What have we

become?

 

Grasping at

angels

 

who flee from us.

 

Hot so hot

the mythic

 

& the dawn

hell fire

 

a poet’s voice

hoarse.

 

from searching.

 

Jungle of

my thoughts

 

boa constrictor

sent to squeeze

 

life from us.

 

Equations

only lead

 

to a dead end

siege.

 

I’m hungry

for the heat

 

of love, that’s

laughing

 

at my need

for solution.

 

 

 

 

 

You used to

light fireworks

 

in my heart

 

the sparks

were seen for miles

 

incandescent joy

that floated

 

into space.

 

I used to feel

love was something

 

to be found

 

like gold:

a nuclear heroin

 

of heart

 

I was addicted

to the thought

 

of searching.

 

Yet here

the autumn leaves

 

become a softer muse,

 

the reds & golds of earth

once yearly metamorph

 

& all the drama

of the past

 

remains a fantasy

I made for me

 

to cling to.

 

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I tried America,

it was great while it lasted

all those hot thick sauces and iced tea;

there was that frank open honesty

the kind that loves to lie.

Lie in the sun

soaking up possibilities

lie in the afternoon through perfect

white, white teeth

lie between sweated sheets

tangled with love’s growth

and finally lie bare faced without flinching.

I love America

they do everything bigger and better

salads that leave you searching for an ending

love that rose pocket’s sidewalks

and a suckling pig’s belief that if mom and dad did it

so can the rest of humanity.

I rolled my tongue across America,

tight L.A. thighs that twitched with talent

Vietnam warriors high on jack lines

clutching the barometer

the types that leave tidemarks on the bath

and wear group underwear.

I love America

born yesterday with a virgin’s desire

to know pleasure

slicked surfaces clutched in the dark

then swallowed without a trace

maimed headless on three continents

who died for corporate mercy;

but America’s so chewing gum holy

it’s only God’s spit she flies on striped incongruency,

 

and God blesses America.

 

I’m a rolling

stone gather

 

no moss

 

red light, green light

who are you

 

to stop me?

 

I’m a rolling

stone gather

 

no moss

 

I’m impeccable

in city, drunk

 

on strangers.

 

Shots of love

go down like

 

iced tequila

fills the night

 

with stars.

 

Expanding Universe’s

kiss, glimpsed

 

flash of insight:

I’m rolling.

Slip sliding through

quiet as ice,  you

 

climb inside wanting::

 

minutes turn to hours

years pass, you’re

 

slip sliding through

broken bottle hearts

 

brittle nights, dead

flowers at dawn.

 

Bad boys always lie

never change,

 

never change:

 

who do we become?

Left with your

 

silence.

Ammonite sky

leaves fall

 

leaving

 

pinholes of light

where hope bleeds:

 

muscles curl

& the dead of night

 

march into morning.

 

I’m impaled

on customary lies

 

stripped bare

dismantled.

 

Greatness lingers

at the crossroads

 

for the choice

I did not make,

 

here I sweep

dried leaves

 

loose epitaph

of summer.