Out of Pocket

 Sometimes a man walks up a hill

anger outstanding like Achilleus 

never more alone so 

sing oh muse

I was only looking for the things that make a man whole

but one wrong turn 

brings down the hand of doom

out of pocket

she called me dilf

and I called her baby doll

someone got their teeth knocked out

at the bar across from my house

don't push it too far

the aged out with blue

hair pushes back

legs spread like a man 

in front of me she sat

tied me to a tree

like the thief next to Our Lord 

for all to see

remember me 

in your kingdom

when I leave and 

you are free 

Our Lady

of these streets

No Books

Spring's cold cuts 

like diametrical ice

a false summer sunrise

and aren't you still frigid

like a stinging metallic dime in

my pocket with little real value and 

no heat

Jim Morrison said, "The bus gives you a hard on with books in your lap."

No books, I had only a Guns and Roses t-shirt 

and a Tony hawk haircut she always stood up and had to advertise that raven black hair, perfected face paint and her scent, my god her scent...

last night I went deep under a red light

touched her soul from both sides

and I must love her 

for I saw my self, and I told my self

give her your best, she is a barbarian like you not a Roman with raven black magic, not a child of the sea with midnight-colored psyiognomy, not adorned with drizzling jeweled crown

Girls of my dreams are far past midnights and red lights

and spring cuts cold like diametrical ice

Just me and the Lord

Ever the sensualist

twice a bridesgroom

third time's the charm

can Icarus fly too high, or what?

a man must be confident

but my face gave me away

flew too high last summer night

and the moon fell down to the trees

the silence of field coyotes 

stay in your groove kid

don't let it slip

love is worth it

I'm telling you 

compliment me baby

you know this

irresistable to the bones

I'll lay you down

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We play chess in the 4th

and love in the third

my desire keeps me waiting 

make your move babe

lips burned from flying fire

girls don't want to fuck average guys

got no one to impress

just me and the Lord tonight

save me from these whores

angel wings in flight

again, like 

Icarus

and if daddy ain't strong, nobody's strong

I had better pray, and you

had better come

 Spades Trump Hearts

Girls open their legs

for drug dealers, not office clerks 

fakes with clean shaves, lots of fat, and nice shoes

the girl in the coffee shop prophesied 

that I would make it to work on time

damnation is not for me 

power of the Holy Cross

and those motherfuckers breed 

and break bread

blessed is the Lord who prepareth my hands for battle because I'm in deep shit

keep my wits 

my head is clean and drug free

 cool like a coma in sunlight behind these 

Pit Viper shades of mine I keep hearing jazz cymbols echo from another place, another time did I write and stage my existence unfolding to the world, a full suit of spades is sharp and trumps the heart.

 

 Welder Girl

That's an ordinary walk

but baby those hips are for kids

wide 

brown eyes I can't help but like

that's some ordinary talk

and lots of smiles 

she holds her own

confidence in a man's world

it's an ordinary name she has

I've seen art on her ass

she makes sparks it's her class

the braids and welder's cap

and that's an ordinary face I was shocked to find

such beauty unrefined in a workshop back room, I made her laugh but not hard, she striked an arc, between us babe, strike that 

spark. 

The Audacity of the Carefree 

 What dreams surround me

and what beets beneath this milky skin

cabbage headed monster that I am

still grooved like a gourd 

birdhouse beat under the ground 

my noodle sister inspire me

words be nimble like stalks of corn

words be quick like a Midwestern storm

demons be nimble, troublesome soul

demons be quick, the jester digs his own hole

bowed low stalks of wheat

just what makes him think he can be so care free

Jack be nimble, don't stand still 

Jack be quick, move a pickup truck around the world 

red radishes in the lips of spades and hoes' tricks

why does a whore want connection and to be kissed?

thrust ships into bone

dry lips we sail alone

images cut like ice 

I once prayed for you, I won't tonight. 

I am not Emperor Justinian and you are not Theodora

I want to save you

your perfume smells 

like the early nineties

you weren't there, but I was

you got me feeling like a mack

your street talk and street swag

shit brings me back

young girl, old soul

so high and yet not satisfied 

even though I went twice

and I awoke the next morning still feeling fire in my abdomen for your sweet insides and memories flash of you laughing with me in your belly

I want to save you

if only I were an emperor

and had the confidence

to know that I can

and there is no game with you

 

only cash

no waiting 3 days to call

no response times

no read receipts

only cash

a tight

red

dress

and what I want

but alas, I am not Justinian 

and you are not Theodora 

only past

like the only tattoo 

on your tight ass

Child of the Romans

Bow down

in the temple columns 

and blood train

before the gods

or the saints 

that have replaced them 

if you wonder 

why I'm in love with you

my ancestors sacked rome

for the girls

not the gold

and I will kill to 

capture your heart

but I don't have to

child of the Romans

bread and circus 

hippodrome and chariots 

do not offer what your insides do

I will kill for you, but would never lie to you