The Clause

Sometimes...

It really hard, knowing what to do with her- She'll give me as many as two completely opposite "signals" in a matter of 5 minutes..

But then the days pass. 

"You're such a fucking tease" laughs out of mouth, and a shaking head", as I watch her wiggle her barely covered ass with more "tail" as I state that. 

But then she tells me, I shouldn't think about her; 

Drunken tempers I imagine, 

Reflecting very lost sights. 

Loving her, 

Is something else entirely...

But is it? 

How seriously she tried to tell me she thinks she crazy last night, 

Before tripping on me...

Leaving me...

Trying to understand, where she went. 

I pleaded for once! 

For once, I said something: 

"Hey! Hey! Where are you right now?! Talk to me! What are you doing?! What's going on with you right now?"

"I'm drunk", she says, eyes on her phone...

Somewhere else. 

Somewhere seemingly far. 

"I'm gonna go, I think"...

I say, as I grab up some of my things- 

She looks to the side, my way, eyes mad; 

They're telling me don't. 

I don't....

Get her...

But maybe, I'm starting to. 

As words echo on my mind and heart, the same push and pull, adept. 

The same. Months later, the same. 

She has always scared me...bit I just went through the process. 

I love her. 

I think, perhaps, I just always did. 

"Why can't you just find a "Nice girl who will treat you right", Judi Says. 

After last night, I'm thinking...

Maybe she was right. 

The Sun and the Flower

Little Thing...

Dear Love that hath stolen my heart. 

Do I let you keep it? 

Do I let you run with it? 

Are you worthy? 

These are the questions 

That strike the human place in where you lay...

Because I have never been so good 

With this heart of mine anyway! 

I could ask, 

All the questions, 

I ask. 

Wonder, where you stay, where you lay, in all of this. 

And still is, the notion underneathe, 

That perhaps, 

You don't care...THAT much. 

That is the notion, I seek to deny..

And bury...

As I try to bury you...

But like the flowers you'd steal and give back...

You emerge, instead, 

Blooming. 

And all I do, 

Is fall in love...

One more day..

And more deeply..

Into eternity. 

And so maybe, just maybe...

I can simply, 

Be your Sun. 

Electronic Storm

Transient, 

I beat! BEAT! Stomp my feet, Electronica rains! 

And it's raining all over me, dripping, pouring

Pounding, 

Slow motion hair, to dub

Step. 

Hoop 

Invades my soul, 

With tidal waves 

And everywhere I go...

There you rain with me..

In tidal waves! 

The water captures a dance 

Against spattering hoop and face, 

Pating down on me, 

Like static dripping in water-winds--

An electric storm, 

Dripping. 

And god, do I drip, 

As maneuvers become sweat 

To a hopping thing 

And static hair...

Wild...

And free. 

We are Wild thing! 

Simply

What's there is there. 

If it won't move, then so what? 

And then, 

What? 

And so what?

Then I'll just love you...

Until...

I can't 

Or won't...

Or don't...

And while I see that 

Never happening...

It does not mean, 

We will not love each other. 

For simply...

I love you...

And love you still. 

And there is nothing 

Complicated 

About that. 

The Fairy & The Tree

I..

Am not always perfect, 

Though perfect is in the stars, 

And perfect is the thing that trails me, like kites, to a sky, 

I could watch a hundred lifetimes. 

You...

Are the sky and the moon, 

They talk of 

In poem after monotonous poem...

But not at the fault 

Of the poet. 

Perhaps, 

Dear Doe, 

It's just our language doesn't suffice.

No more words do I want to "waste" on you, 

For fear, dear Love, of what more you can do...

You've already run away with it all. 

I am born again...

But I know 

You have it in you 

To make me blue. 

Again. 

And maybe again over. 

I keep 

Watching you...

Looking for some clue, 

As to what it is that has me entranced 

Like everybody else...

And while I take time to stop and look, 

I see, I am seeing through you...

And yet ever, maybe hardly at all? 

The 

"I don't know" of it all, 

Is the envy that has me chasing

Like Bonnie and Clyde, 

And baybe, you can be my Bonnie, 

And I will ravish you...

As always, 

As ever. 

It, is in these words, 

I see you, and us, 

As us, 

Is. 

For you are the wife of no man...

And yet, here, 

I have claimed you. 

Entrenching are the waters and seeds and roots than run deep, like veins, and earth as Pulse. 

Rusted over and "willowing"...

My old muscles knot into the earth, 

Holding with it, 

My magic. 

Here you are, fairy...

Merely dancing around my ring. 

Having us both wonder, 

For how long it is that you 

Plan to stay. 

Stay?! 

...STAY. 

What more can I ask or say, 

But for you to stay...

Since it seems you 

Have captured my heart fairy, 

While this tree lays under your moon, and sky nights knowing 

That for a tree to capture a fairy, is an impossible thing! 

Surely...

If a fairy ever stays...

It is because..

She 

Wants to. 

Pips

As I sip
on this martini version of a margarita

,
I listen to La Vie En Rose
play above me, in the speakerhead.

Louis Armstrong,
helps me understand
what is is to take up drinking in my 30's
along with the countless housewives,
and lives collectivelely lived and survived through before me.

The sweet juice staggers my eyes a bit, and blurs visions;
I'm a light weight, dark soul,
drowned and finally embracing liquid as my breath;

ironically...
it buoys me up. 

And only in the surrender,
do i find
 the struggle and storm eased, afterall.