Your Life's Story

forty-four years young
still scribbling your rough draft-
two main characters

Transcendence

my mind- not enough
room in my cerebellum
for the universe
and her infinite beauty-
be gone eternal darkness!

Morning Sickness

i do not feel very good;
i think i am dying.
although i have not vomited,
i think it might be fun.
my world is crisp and rubbery,
dripping with karma and irony,
but my mind is still craving her

beauty.

words and their meaning have been swallowed
by a black mist;
the vortex of deprivation.

longing?

ha!
there is no other thing.
darkness....
imprisoning me....
all that i see....
absolute horror.

Alarm Clock

early morining sun
our bodies bathed in ochre
lying side by side

for the last half hour
watching your breasts as you sleep
heave with every breath

staring at your eyes
and willing them to open
good morning star shine

Love's Aria

love's aria lifts me,
beauty's melody bourne
on venus's virtuous air.

i'm played like a pipe,
her breath, not mine,

her love on my mouth.
she blowing o'er
my throat's cords,
making low, unearthly music.