I want wine but I drink water. I want to hold your body so close and so hard that your breath is forced from your lungs and only by sucking it into mine will your life be spared. I want wine but I drink water. Continue reading Death by Desire
I don’t need to hear you say “I love you”, I want to know you do by the look in your eyes, the touch of your hand, the way you listen when I talk. I don’t need candy, flowers, diamonds or trips around the world. I only need you to be there during my darkest hours when I cover my head and wail like a lost child because life has left me bereft. I need you by my side when it counts: when the hurricane is coming, when loved ones die, when friends desert, when I fall into the biggest, … Continue reading February 14
The outsiders blew into town drivin just a little too fast in their fancy foreign car laughin at our roadside yard sales and our little café, Lita’s Chicken Shack, where you can get a blue plate special of turnip greens, sweet potatoes, cornbread, your choice of three meats, sweet tea and a slice of Lita’s caramel cake every Friday of your life for $5.95. They stopped and nosed around the 45’s and the LP’s thinkin we wouldn’t know a “vintage” Blues record if it hit us in the face but, truth is, we’re the ones been singin that tune since … Continue reading 2 Worlds
A chestnut horse rides better bare-backed with sun burned hands giving him his head, mamma said you couldn’t come in the house when she was workin’ but she didn’t say I couldn’t go out. Beans grow fast, most morninins I go out and pick ‘em, being careful that they’re filled out before I pull ‘em from the vine. Sometimes I’m not sure so I leave ‘em and worry they’ll grow old and dry before the next pickin’ and something bad’ll happen to me for my misjudgment. I like to watch when you curry your horse, brushin’ him till his coat … Continue reading Thirteenth Summer
Bring pink roses to scatter in my bed and we’ll grind them into the sheets leaving pink stains of lust.If you forget to remove the thorny stems and they pierce my back, it’s ok. Pain and love are one. _____________________________ Shared on dVerse Poets Pub. Continue reading Pink Roses
This house is starting to feel like home again in spurts and starts – not all the time every day, but more often than not. It’s been a long time since I felt at home. This house felt like the underside of an overpass and I felt homeless in my own skin. It crept up on me, this feeling, it crept up and took over my life, my thoughts, my emotions and held me hostage for nine long years, invading my very core and changing who I was until I didn’t know who I was. This house waited with the … Continue reading All Out Of Happy, Passed
You’re the kind of man mamma warned me about – always with the sexy smirk and your hand metaphorically in the honey pot when it’s not handing some chick her fourth dirty martini or, no, I take that back – especially when you’re handing her that fourth drink because you know it’s the one that’s gonna tip her over the edge of judiciousness and into deliciousness. Yeah, mamma said don’t trust a man with caramel-colored eyes, especially when he calls you his Muse and says makin’ love to you breaks loose the words and they all come a-tumblin out through … Continue reading Hank and Karen
It’s another balmy day in paradise. I push down the plunger in the French Press, inhaling the earthy aroma of the blackest of coffees called Community. The morning paper lies on the coffee table waiting for its unfolding, opening and adjusting shake. “Sneaking Sally Through The Alley” is dancing out of the Boze, WWOZ accommodating its listeners with the best music in the country, bar none. Noise from the street wafts through the open French doors: the rummmm-rummmm of the city bus, the high-pitched laughter of kids on Christmas break, the artificially cheerful greeting of “order when you’re ready!” … Continue reading A Day In The Crescent
It’s the day after Christmas and the rain falls, first a light mist just to get us used to it, then a steady falling like the currents of the river two blocks away. The air smells clean and wet, the birds are chirping and fluttering in the old pear tree – are they singing good wishes for the New Year as the rain washes away the doubts and regrets of the past to make way for the hopes and anticipation of the future? Or is it only my foolish daydreaming once again, wishing away reality. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Shared on dVerse Poets … Continue reading The Time In Between
Shut your probing, beady eyes and quash your caws cuz I don’t wanna hear nuthin’ you have to say. You can ruffle your feathers all day long but you won’t ruffle mine. Damn ole crow. Continue reading Busybody
