Passion #1 ©

I will not speak of moon,
as so oft time is done.

Nor lover's touch, nor kiss,
that race so dearly run.

Instead it is of fear,
the step she takes away.

When lover comes in close,
on summer's waning day.

The height of passion's breath,
a searing ember flame.

Upon the flesh of woman,
Her own heart to the blame.

And yet they walk away,
from 'neath the boughs of oaks

Worshiping that fear,
which love so gently cloaks.

For it is known by they,
that beast will never waken

To end this timeless need,
the dance of take and taken.

Alit ©

Waning wind whispers
through taut trees
on one onus.

Forgotten friends find
blackened bones brought
to tremulous terrors

Winsome women wait,
solemnly seeking solace
from forever’s fortitude.
An apparent apparition
welcomes whispering wildness.

Hearty hearts heal
blued, broken bodies
besotted by brothers,
Father’s failed fondling,
Mother’s motley meanderings.

Dark destiny’s destruction
where worms work
finishes foreign features
from fortune’s folly.

Coldly crying crusts,
the torrid tear,
Single, sliding sadness
believed by blunderers.

Miracle makers maliciously
smile sordid smiles,
wink wily winks,
kindly killing Katie.

She shrugs softly,
knowing knees kneel,
G-d graciously grants
wishes, warmness, wonder.

Finished, finally finished.
Expedited Erroneous End.

Un-womb ©

I wish to be wombed
Entombed

Like hiding in caves
Sewer rat
Beneath waves
Of darkness

So I can’t see
What is so lost it’s hard to be

You look at me and tell me to work
But there’s nothing there so you jerk me around

Send me all over town
I explain I am down
Lower than low

Only rescue is a bottle and so

I curl up with wine
Til night falls fine
Happens at the end of each day
And I don’t have to worry no more

About being so poor
Locked in this house with Ever Rude
Who thinks hitting women means cool dude

He was at his best at age three
But that was way before he met me

No one told me he was gremlin sound
When he was looking and found
This woman. This woman here.

This woman filled with fear
And now I know hate
That’s first-rate hate I’m talkin’ bout
Hear me, hear me shout

You gotta open some door and let this woman out
Cause she’s screaming, scheming
Tearing her hair
Needs to know where, where the fuck where
Is that door outta hell?