Do you brightly grin, speaking slickly chosen words
Only that others might buy your amphetamine?
Are your motives ever borne of animal need
For the licking of shared wounds?
Or are you wily and nimble
Selling your speed until high moon?
Do you ever abandon gain, empty your pockets
and go to prowl, smitten with another?


Push it
What if we push it
Will it topple
Will it sway
Will we lean into the meaning
Can we expose the reality
Push it
What if I push it
Will you run
Will you go away
Will you lean into my longing
Will it expose our needing
Push it
What if you push it
Will you fall into the listening
Will you learn on my back
Will I let you fall
Will I let you be imperfect


Rocket to the moon
Iris full of stars
Gathering sparkly pixie dust
Fueling up on Mars
Planet orange as sugary Tang
Seat from which to watch big bang
Aerodynamic time of thrust
Shiny silver projectile lust

Not a Poem

This is not a poem of unrequited love
Not a poem of longing
Of yearning

This is not a poem of hurt and broken heart
Not a story full of woe
Of betrayal

This is not a poem of how do I go on
Not a fantasy daydream
Of chemistry

This is a poem of truth of earth, of body, of mind
Of piercing ache
and then release

Spinning dervish, fear and fear
Brain in stomach, scream gut feeling
One hundred stories made of sound
Landing softly
On the ground
The ground


Basic bitch has choices

She has choices



Speed-speed the freeway


Tall-tower homestead

Body-body misfed


Brand loyalty

Tales, tales of me-me


Ego, ego play-day

Daddy, mommy pay-way


She has choices

Lovely, Lovely Darkness

Should darkness always be my friend
Intensity dodging looming daybreak
Night is for doing, feeling, reeling
Sight and sound in crisp harmony

Morning is for longing
Rise before the dawn
Breathe in perfumed melody
Hoping for a message

There always is a message
Dancing on a message
To keep the dream from waking
Promise of a message

Never calling me back
To the ache that is unfathomable
The possibility of the new
Entrances like a jailbreak


Hold space for me as bodies wither
I will remind you of nimble, bronze agility
Of pounding need for sensory

Hold space for me, so I may be imperfect
You, in turn, will have wings of gratitude to lift you

Hold space for me as I learn to live this time
This time that was unplanned

This time we haven’t much of

And I will hold space for you


Life Ache

Bruised shin hard fast work good pain ache
Puncture wound humiliation stabbing nausea hurt ache
Drowning gasping fear escape help me ache
Hangover sweet light headed swirling twirling love ache


Sweet manboy
Born of diamond earth
What is your joy

Honest, earnest manboy
Hard and durable
Unalterable, unbreakable
Sharp and proper

You have heeded
Mama’s plea
Taking extreme care
Wrenching always high to see

You are essence
Raw, unmined ore
Tender, targeted earth boy
Pure, true core