summer romance

15.2.10
the sun rays thru the blinds land ont yer soft breasts
you slowly open yer eyes an smile,
hey t you an me, that was our time,
our summer romance.

get yer kicks on, lets go for a walk darlin,
while the sun is still up an shinnin
i heard that the circus is in town,
like a pair o little kids, we can run around.

i lowered my eyes an saw my weary feet walkin
by itself, yers were by mine
back in the days. yer gone with
the autumn wind.

with that one word from yer mouth, i'd turn in
you knew an played yer cards well
spoke softly like no tongue can tell
as the nite came crawlin.

4.3.10

thru the nighty nite, you an i
in the moon lite, slowly express
no doubt that we were in love
clear as the stars above.

the sun, the skies, the clouds, the moon and the stars
shift as time drifts, i wasnt aware
o march an its pale rain was here
an realised that i was standin here all along.

135

there are pains behind evry beautiful thing.

i'd gladly leave it all t be free

a friend o a friend, she

a beautiful an naive as can be

comes an tells me

bout her mother outside

an her sister beggin her t hide

from the rain.

a loads o' -ers

users, eaters, cheaters, beaters, followers, teachers, haters, lovers, movie-stars, telemarketers, sellers, fuckers, governors, officers, doctors, dancers, preachers, beggars, see-ya-laters, dollars, st. peters, makers, takers, fakers, brokers, hoppers, bummers, comers, goers, fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers, you-tell-hers, bed-wetters, strongers-feed-on-the-weakers, singers, talkers, swingers, cigaret-users, piss-drinkers, i-fucked-hers, hitchhikers, shoplifters, bartenders, fighters, peacemakers, shit-on-her, shitters, i-hate-her, suckers, listeners, rockers, soldiers, liars, in-particular, who-do-ya-think-ya-are-?!, gold-diggers, she's-a-whore, reflection-on-the-mirror, my-shits-ain't-yours, guitars, olders, youngsters, couriers, typewriters, escalators, elevators, stairs, hairs, life-ain't-fairs, gayers, mayors, layers, spellers, slurs, are-ya-hers-?!, slippers, tip-her, sears, gears, shifters, tires, fingers, workers, players, foreigners, cars, mars, tars, bars, jars, wars, weres, we'res, there's, their's, they're's, him-or-her-?!, fishers, hungers, muggers, lingers, thickers, thinners, queers, hollers, binders, boogers, gamers, heaters, colders, readers, mind-readers, fortune-tellers, watchers, sitters, closers, furthers, movers, outsiders, insiders, downers, highers, lowers, sirs, hotters, warmers, sweaters, legwarmers, tee-shirts, pluggers, campers, story-tellers, samplers, testers, et cetera-

home made grilled cheese sandwich

I could think
of many words
of to say,
write, see, and
hear in my
head at once.

I dig women
with long legs.
I dig women
with a tom-boy
attitude, pullin' on
my trousers an'
whispers softly on
my ear, yes.

'T has been
three days straight,
that I haven't
had a cigarette.
How I do
miss it, yes,
I said I
do miss it.
like a hungry
cat, too tired
t' carry on;
like a book,
without any words
t' read on;
like a song
or a poem
t' nobody particular.
Oh, I do
miss it, yes.

I have been
a sober man.
I said that
I've been sober!
I've been too
busy with livin'-
now, I don't
even know what
livin' really is.
I long for
my mistress- burgundy,
she treats me
well ev'rytime indeed.
The last time
I hung with
C. Rossi, he
was a good
man, but could
not deliver the
satisfaction as she.

I've written poems
that is clear
like the settin'
sun on the
other end o'
this lonesome road.
Like the first
water o' the
sea, that exposes
itself t' anybody.
Like a smoke
that raises from
a cigarette tip.
Like a weary
tune that says
all the truth.
Like a love
song that is
simple yet, direct.

Soon, I shall
hop on that
freight train in
the early morn.
Yes, I shall
bound t' leave
this ol' place
without any trace.
T' free myself
from it all.
On t' the
next place I
shall go; t
a place that
will accept me.

Finished on 9/20/09

Haiku

Part I
Like the formless clouds,
You have no destination;
Just to leave me cold.

Part II
When you do come anew,
Know that you've changed since then. A
formless cloud you are.

Part III
The morning sun rose;
fading my face along with
the thoughts that I had.

You Probably Won't Get This

My hair hung, covered my pierced ears. An' the
Way 'tis curled in the back of my weary neck,
(It) reminded me o' Winter: she treated
Me swell, indeed. Better than Miss Summer;
Though, I must admit, she done her best, yes.
But her wishes only brought me sorrow.
Nonetheless, I shall greet t'morrow with-
Out dwellin' me too much o' yesterday.

on the dark side of the road

The apparitions of headlites o' the
Fast an' slashin' cars;
Only the silence is the sound i hear.