Whispers

I’m living in whispers
behind gray walls,
a decadent phantom
hidden from earthly view.
I’m free to live
the way I want
until I appear
in the celestial theatre
that awaits us all
where the documentary
of my life will play.
I hope you like the show;
it cost me everything to make.

July: 2007

Poker

Strip poker by moonlight
with the babysitter
was my favorite game
as a ten-year-old.
She was sixteen
and quite a player -
though I think
she was cheating
because she always
won each round.
But she was a good sport-
about winning.
After I had lost
the final hand
and dropped my
little boy underwear,
she handled me,
her trophy, in all
my young glory.
Then, in the glow
of victory she removed
her white, lacy bra
and I admired
the twin loving cups
that she presented
to me as runner-up.
Las Vegas does it
all wrong.

October: 2007

Treasure

The deed is done,
one exits as another enters -
do they pass in the tunnel of light?

The one leaving remembers everything
with clarity and understanding,
and the other must learn how
to get back to the crystal kingdom;
their reward for choosing
the brambled mountain path and not
the smooth valley road where neon winks
its flirty eyes and crooks rainbow fingers,
reaching for the treasure we have inside,
but lose to the seductive carnival
and its ride of horror.

August : 2007

Wonder

I want to live
until wonder dies -
this beautiful curiosity
about everything
is my reason
for existence;
to experience heaven
and hell daily
in five ways.
A reckless fascination,
catching rainbows
as they soar
grazing the sky,
and plunge
flaming to earth -
fleshly wreckage
in a jade ocean
of experimentation.

August: 2007

Road

Traveling the road of excess
is my life’s journey,
a serpentine highway
of drive through experiences
where I have drunk new wine,
sweet as the devil’s promises
and feasted on strange delights,
savory like a first kiss.

Never stopping for long;
there’s no real satisfaction,
only pleasure that fades,
a light bulb that flickers -
then explodes, leaving me
in darkness again.

 August :2007

Modern

It’s our time;
we’re finally together.
The television candle
lights us, coloring
our naked bodies
in blue reality
while beautiful people
are making love
in Technicolor.
Our hands find each other,
but our eyes wander
to the images flashing;
fingers stop moving,
lips fall away
from each other
until we lie,
side by side,
but not touching -
voyeurs once again,
alone and lonely.

August: 2007