Inflammation of my attractions,
I am again perplexed by the level of rage that swells up within
At the mere thought of such paltry abandonment.
Overreacting, I know;
But my awareness of my offense does little to quell
This childish fury,
This ape armed swinging
That shakes me from my stride.


The Threesome that Never Was

Open city, winding roads;
a mattress on the floor with friends.
They giggle and speak
something that my ears cannot see.

My imagination kicks into gear
and will not be silenced.
Like a child on his way to ice cream,
there are plans and calculations,
a certain coming to terms with the fact
that these two individuals
seek to reclaim a primordial legacy
in the joining of our wombs.

And like an all-too-familiar dream,
chances are dashed, new plans chrystalized,
and out the door we go
as the mattress sinks out of view behind us.

Mermaids a'Plenty

She is as dangerous as Atlantis,
sunk by force and left to swim.
I can taste the bitter spray
of an ocean hungry for submission,
I feel the quiverings of failure
painted across my face.

I cannot grasp the land
below these boiling waves,

she sinks into my lap
and peeks into my void

Lean In

I am quickly realizing that there is no rulebook for a life like my own; no examples to follow, no martyrs to miss. I am changing all the time.

And always, beneath the thoughts and fumbles of basic daily comings and goings... beneath the rigor of sentient existence lies a pressure pushing me out of this worldly womb into the temperamental arms of spiritual transformation.
another one down the hatch

i was just windsurfing in a hurricane

when the clouds vanished

and the warmth was mine