A kaleidoscope of 90 degree angles
Give way to pattern of two four two one two
Outstretched limbs cover the soiled spread
As ESPN relentlessly plays on
Below fingers pound plastic coated strokes with fervor
Desperate to keep pace in the human promise of sacrifice
A silhouette in terry cloth garments emerges
Drenched in the day’s end and towel wet strands
CNN boasts market finishes and recent casualties
A light fades to dim
One soul turns corners of covers
On street level the sounds reverb and clamor with shrieks and laughter
Black mirrors merge into the backdrop of the city sky
Reflecting the eager energy to be something
A red light placed in the sill to the left
Perhaps unintentional but one has to speculate
The skeletons that pretend to be ghosts between four walls
Porn blasts across from across the alley
Drawn drapes don’t disguise addiction
Five four two
An aluminum can of wasted promise and regret in hand
Embers burn and fall to the ground
A smoker’s perch of many obscurities to observe
View from 1407
Ice smacks and greets the 4 corners which contains it's frozen particles
The pipes play like a trumpeted chamber releasing the bubbles of air
To push through tiny spaces
Oscillating fans hum and quietly blanket the concrete space between entry and light
A petite but intentionally and cheerful placed bell above chimes in, resonating in playful fodder
From the hollowed Space, the pipes again compliment in certain delight
Just as soft breath turns to a somber rest of subconscious
I can feel him slip off to another place
Where the mind entices and knows no barriers or walls beyond decay
He is alive and at peace as he leaves the incased contents of life
I find myself mimicking his breath meditating on the flesh that charges mine so rapidly to accelerated temperatures
Atoms explode and energy moves
Chime goes the bell, reminder of the quiet but rejoicing earthful song
The night is as much alive as the day
Bark for bark, dogs make final agreements in the distance
He turns into me, our lips only inches, hands rest upon breasts
I watch him in the shadows as swayful blinds kiss his skin with moonlit struck glimpses
A lion in the city
Strong jaw, plush pillows of mouth
He is marked with difference
His hamster wheel finally rests as the night strikes on in symphony
Intoxicated in the moment, my body and mind at constant volley of precedence, the subconscious triumphs and I join him in perfect rest
The dance continues to take place, subliminally aware of the shared space
Toss and turn in a perfect waltz
Falling into curves and draped hips and thighs, taking cat like shapes
Until the morning brings new promise of yet another wonderful opportunity to plant a seed of promise for those who thirst life
Every experience with him takes roots of self refection and bouncing mimicking hands presenting the gift to factory joy for the who can't live beyond cracks, ticking hands, to do lists and motionless time travel
I'm thankful for the release, the amazing connect, and the ability to spread my wings again, knowing the moment was flawless and different as each one has been before.
Ouroboros
Rivers and streams
Like the nature
Love flows from a high point of intrigue
To the end of a lover
Emptying salt onto the earth
But not before shaping the surface
Leaving permanent perfect placement
Of what is, was and is to come again
Making paths for new journeys
The richest deposits in the delta of our experience
Spontaneous occurrence
Seductive skin
Parabolas of life and light
Flicker in black and white
From elevated locations
The pursuit flows downward
To extinguish and evaporate like the wind
That carried you in.
Shadows and Light
Light and form marry time and place, in that narrow gap and space, two souls can learn to collide and exist in a moment that is transformed into pressing pause on the tormenting with craft of heart’s blunder in past and subduing the uncertainty of the fragility that could be at the root to fingertip crush of love. The cold clings against creviced folds of skin like steel shadows in darkly lit places of wretched souls where no light can sway the staffs of masks from their own ill stained hands. Aware of the moment, sharp and heavy on the tongue with every pension of its fleeting air as moves over and leaks from the feet of luke warm water down the drain, slipping away to be buried beneath the earth, carried and dropped in some desolate place, sojourned out like the salt on the shores of rocks. Set afire with colors of amber and flaming golds, the galleys drop and leave open voids of space where once brilliant cambers met in great explosion, outstretching limbs before each of them. The bridge is set fire to where we have been, smoldering smokes begins to clear as the sun begins to rise again.
Accord of Proxy
Habits, habits, habits
We all have them, habits
Nasty habits, hidden secrets
Motorcycle skeletons running rampid with bandits of volition
Nasty habits
Biting of nails, gnashing of teeth, serpent tongues and black cheek
Slothful habits
Ridiculed, imprisoned habits
Cowardly ways, habits
Addictions
Addictions, addictions, addictions
Addicted to habits
Cocaine, booze, hookers, lust, prison sex, green ash blown to dust
Wealthy armor, porcelain skin, fluid curves, glass on ice, beauty queen fleeting youth
Flickering channels run the gamut of absent consciousness, addiction
12 steps to freedom
Addiction to recovery
Placing formidable and socially accepted forms of addiction
Pretty pink tethered bows riddled on silver laden boxes
Opening the passage to the new friend of addiction
Obsession, obsession, obsession
Obsession
Addiction, addiction, addiction
Love. Obsession. Addiction. Habit.
Habits fashioned of pattern of comforting behavior
Addiction, an ally of the disheveled crutch to the breath of growth
A bandaged stitch to less likely desire of foes to change
Obsession, ruminating torture of man’s mind over habits and addiction
Self acceptance
Deceitful mirror reflecting awareness
The words are no more responsible than the weight and impact in which we so choose to assign
Love.
Love affair, lover, loved, lovely, lovelier, liar, habit
Addiction, addiction, addiction
Addict of affair, allure, love, addiction
Compulsivity, trauma, habit
Cyclical, obsession, new form and pose, love
Addiction, prescription of innumerable numbers
Obsession, only to find the reciprocal answers we seek in ourselves
Habit, dually noted
Self revelations
Addiction, addiction, addiction.
Case of the Epochal Addict
The phone is quiet, the disconnect has occurred
Only noise clamors in my mind, scouring thoughts wondering where the answer lies
Soaked and rung out hearts on the line
Foolishness plays and taunts the mind
Trying to make strangers into friends
By becoming temporary lovers between sheets
Leaves the wheels to play tormenting tricks
Once infatuated concepts of found counterpoints
Take on new definition of clouded reality
My heart is with the longing of moments yet to be held
Only hours and hands left to collect the time
Pursuit of Intrigue
Colorful places with dreary faces
Walk and talk, worry and resurrection
Looking for refuge in masculine form
Labyrinth of walls and weaving doors
Lofty ambitions transform between sheets
Streams flow and run backwards
To wells that run dry
Loaded smiles, iridescent eyes
Navigation of unforeseen terrain
Midnight man with you comes the dawn of new day
Marked with careless precision
Behind masks of disappointment you hide
Abatement you take and make your own
The isochronisms of consuetude take new form
In distraction numbered by two
In part succumbs to the breath of life cycled to make anew.