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Poetry 1997


DEEP ELLUM SUNRISE

We were swept up,
like tales of timeless romance.
From crowded festival sidewalk scene
into back alley parking lot dreams.
Where we found our cars
OUT OF ONE THOUSAND CARS
parked side by side.
Where we found
that the simple touch of skin on skin
could create synaptic explosion.
Where we found
that when certain people
look long into each others eyes
not a million spoken words
not a million written sentences
can say as much.

Even as a Buddhist
the notion of past lives
was never completely real to me
until now that is
because I must have known you
somewhere, sometime before.

That strange blue light
that made red roses seem purple
radiating through wide open window
in cozy little candle lit resteraunt
captured your silky smooth skin
and sexy soft moist eyes
frozen in time
like stop motion flashbulb imagery,
forever remembered
like the great beauties of antiquity.
Like Gwenivere, Cleopatria or Helen of Troy
here you were in the flesh
in front of me
all they were and more.

You have the primal energy
of a sensual exciting young girl
and the substance, grace, and soul
of an independent, somewhat balanced, woman
You are my fantasies realized.

I am excited by the sound of your voice,
the touch of your skin, the smell of your hair,
the look in your eyes, the feel of your lips
the expressions on your face
the words that you speak
the feelings you feel
the thoughts that you think
the pure energy that flows from you
and pours in to me!
I am completely and overwhelmingly
excited by you.
You are day by day by night by night
by moment by moment, new life.

When Im with you, there is no future.
When Im with you there is no past.
Only the here
only the now
only the us,
and it FEELS like enough.

And still
the image of that first night
that first magic night
is haunting.

Standing by parked car at 6:00 am
chilly wind blowing
through silent abandoned streets
and our EMBRACE
seemed timeless.
I reached out and touched your face
so very gently
and tilted you toward the light
of a mystic DEEP ELLUM sunrise
and in that pale blue light I saw
one thousand
unwritten poems
lingering
in your eyes.

Laughing at the End

She sits
at
end of bed
with
that serious look
she
sometimes has.
I wrap big
arms
all around her
and
fall backwards,
press my lips
lightly
up to
pretty female ears
and say
" Baby
youre the sexiest
girl
in the world"
" Ya think?"
she says.
" Oh yea,
when I first saw
you
it was
magic!"
" Your crazy!"
she giggles.
" Crazy about you baby"
" Crazy about you"
I start to
tickle
her firm
abdomen
we struggle
playfully
for a few moments
then kiss hard.
We hold
each other
for a while
and shes
looking at me
with that
big smile
and laughing.
I love her
best
when she is
laughing.

March 23rd
 
Ever been on?
Really on
turned on
top of form
ready to go
can't do anything wrong?
I was, on March 23rd.

Ever met a girl?
a real girl
not a dolled up baby doll
not a walking supposed to be
one with substance
one you can sink your teeth into.
That looks great in underpants.
Smile like a marching band.
Voice like your own voice.
Reassuring like the Ocean
Eyes like the sky,
I did.

Ever kiss a stranger?
Not an everyday kiss
a kiss that envelops
a kiss that explodes
smooth like quicksand
hot like fire
long like summer days
soft like silk sheets
at night.

An eaten alive kiss.
A crucifixion kiss.
A boaconstrictor kiss.
A kiss where angels and demons
collide.
It happened to me.

Ever been in love?
Not puppy love
not a schoolboy crush
not a "I want you bad"
or a "I love you, you don't love me"
or a "here I come to save the day"
or a "I need you to make it right"

Just an honest outright
straight in the eyes
from the gut
I've found my equal
adore you forever
soulmate, be my wife
make me laugh and cry
everything everything love.
I've found her now.

Ever write poems
about your lover,
trying to get it all down?
I do
sometimes
and this
was one of them.

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girlfriend

She sat,
wearing only my blue flannel.
Sweet bare ass
on beige silk sheets.
Eating fat-free frozen yogurt
purchased
by me
at ten oclock
after soft eyes blinked
and sexy smile smiled.
Shoes went on,
car started
drive through drove through
two large swirl cups
up
the stairs
and the window unit
makes the room chilly.
Her half asleep
waking up under spray painted light bulb.
I got in bed.
She pulled those legs to her chest.
Smiled while she ate it.
She was almost childlike.
She was overwhelmingly sexy.
We sat and ate
and laughed
in bed
together.
It was one of the finest moments
Ive ever known


Play it Again

I play
the voice mail
message
you left me
yesterday.
When I hear
Your voice
something about
the sound of
your voice
I falter
heart skips a beat
I realize
I AM IN LOVE
I AM IN LOVE
I AM IN LOVE
scary
I dont think
Ill say it out loud
just yet.
I play it
back again
two more
TIMES.

........nothing happens

Waiting on the
waitress
is like
waiting on
death.
I grow
old
the food grows
cold
and
nothing happens
nothing happens
nothing happens
nothing happens
nothing happens
nothing happens
not yet
anyhow.



The Internal War Continues
With Battle 1001

Forward flying
front facing
me.
Square jawed
masked unmasked
feet never
touching the ground.
Never knowing
stopping.
Always going
no rest
for my head
no rest
for my heart
no rest for
me.
I hope she stays.
No more jobs.
Too many years
gone by.
Have to succeed.
Friends are leaving.
I miss her already.
Gotta see the doctor.
Hate being poor.
Loser, Loser, Loser.
Gotta get in shape.
I really love her.
I really love her.
Just a poet.
Gotta be a poet.
Gotta be a poet.
What have I forgotten?
What about the future?
What about the future?
Must live up
to all
expectations.
The monkey mind.
The rats.
The days.
The nights.
All lay
on the floor
on the walls
on the street
Midnights
in diners,
lifetimes
in turmoil.




ALL ABOUT YOU

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Its all about you
or someone like you.
Its why we want to look good.
Its why we want to sound good.
Its why we try to make money.
Its why we buy a new car.
Its why we go to the gym.
Its why we try to be famous.
Its why we get dressed up.
Its why we put forth an image.
Its why we buy drinks.
Its why we put ads in the paper.
Its why we act cool.
Its why we read books.
Its why we change things.
Its why we get frustrated.
Its why we keep trying.
Its why we date.
Its why we try to be funny.
Its why we try to be deep.
Its why we talk and talk and talk.
Its why we toss in our sleep.
Its why we get up every morning.
Its why we go to work every day.
Its all about you,
or someone like you.
I think Ive found you,
I hope.