When my demons come for me
I won’t go with them willfully.

When my demons come for me
They chase my shade eternally
to holler and bellow
“Submit and follow.”

When my demons find my shadow
all weak, my gut hollow
they plant their ugly seed
’till I kneel and plead.

When my demons call for me,
they steal away my pride,
they tease, prod, chide,
’till someday [...]

My little moon
Dance
Moon bright
Pure night
Snow quiet
Deep
Miles of air
Frozen
To frame this night

I love a child
A newborn smile
A great cry
From a firm slap
To the supple bottom
Of my quiet words

Her cheeks dimple
But smirking chastity
Chases the dream away

I scribble over and over
White on white
As she disappears behind
A liquid corner
I spill around
To find her gone
Blank like the memory
Of my fiction

Yet the smiling vision
Dances in ink
Flowing
And eventually returns
Amid aires
To attend
To await [...]

Do what the music dictates
Do what… Do what
Sift through the arming light
Never left to linger
In stillness scattered
With moments grasping
Gasping at open echoes
Gates of passion gaping
In sound seething in
A ranchious rush
Of movement mounting
To madness

Don’t know!  Don’t think!  Don’t wrong!  Don’t drink!
Don’t fear!  Don’t quake!  Don’t doubt!  Don’t ache!
Don’t break!  Don’t forsake!  Don’t!  Won’t!
Don’t green!  Don’t blue!  Don’t mean!  Don’t sue!
Don’t you!
Don’t nudge!  Don’t budge!  Don’t judge!  Don’t grudge!
Don’t live!  Don’t die!  Don’t laugh!  Don’t lie!  Don’t cry!
Don’t, why?  They’re dead!
Don’t do!  Don’t don’t!  And won’t!

Should DEATH be capitalized
when its publicized
in the pages of the obituary . . .
or to the contrary?

Should we eat our words in respect
or be direct
in our contempt for the bastard
or just get plastered?

When heroes great meet their end
does he bend
to send his prey in capitols large
on the barge
to journey’s end – the great beyond
or duties [...]

On the devilish nature of women: Seduction is an old man’s realization of the true nature of what women call femininity. The true extent of which men wise in years and experience beyond all others will never fathom. The powers of femininity are derived from many sources: first the feline grace of easy movement and [...]

The eyes make a woman
somehow surreal
dark and devilish
somehow drastic
in their opposition
to the cool curves
of the slick mountain
roads I followed
up and down
like a man with a
new sports car
down and up again
to the sharper peaks
of chin
of cheek
Returning, as if
to the memory of youth
to the wonderful
menace of her
womanness
her purity, her passion
her eyes

I love espresso,
So sweet and so strong.
My eyebrows dance
As I sip soft blackness,

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