On Beaches We can or can’t sleep quickly under Cypress eating plump apricots and melon on a stick, smelling salt from overbearing oceans, waving watery fingers in the air beating jellyfish on grainy sands and loving nothing of it but ourselves. We should or shouldn’t slip off our clothes under wide open skies, seeing agents blinking under spy camera lens, feeling energized and excited as a slipping action moves us together, over and again, a swelling of you inside feeds me warm nectar, our vo...

"You know, quite honestly, you are one of the most bestial people I know." "Why thank you Patrick! I find it amazing that a deceiver like you could even label me in such a way. You are a liar." "Liar? Why, I do not lie. It's the honest truth! Take, for example, that strumpet you’re currently dating. The girl you call sugar-pie and apple-tart; such ridiculous names by the way. She's the equivalent of a bitch chow with an attitude problem. She sheds wherever she goes; she slobbers over you lik...

Andy are you sitting cutting dead twigs smaller sweating beer through lazy pores, are you eating up the wind? Are you with me looking on are you selling your soul meekly to someone coming off byroads to preachers walking in pairs? Come off the broken plank porch beat the Bible down with fire Revelation eats your soul fear keeps you going back Church has you in panic beer is no longer your wine Natural air is replaced with cheap perfume hypocrisy grows louder in your head. Retreat through whi...

Once, upon Sunday’s best given sunshine, Henry Delroy collapsed exhausted into cold, cascading water. An hour church service had punched holes in his best sustainable sermon. Each vibrant cantos rolled from a deep souled universe as if coming from a well supplied spiritual well, and for the entire time he was in awe at the power of his unprepared message. Now, outside the foundations of bleached white, wooden church, mere feet to a sparkling creek that snaked into and out of Montana plains, ...

My life was marking time, living without you Indebted to unfeeling people beaten by the world around me where I go crime seemed to follow with a smile you blow sorrow away An era of hurtful regret has lapsed, I've needed you I feel the test is ending the ravages of pain are over a brightness fills my horizon oh honest voice you warm me Yours has scenes of horror, living in fear entrapped by a terrible man beaten abused and neglected wherever you go was there time? who was there to blow sorrow...

When it is you that I ache for, When it is your eyes that I see in the dark, When it is your breath I feel on my neck I know it’s love. On uninviting days, when this harsh life beats me down I think of you: Of my hands cupping your jaw, Sliding fingertips to the back of your neck, tasting anticipation in your kiss as I draw you near. Watching star constellations of freckles on each cheek, lips, of the impact of that kiss, It is a dream relived, making the next moment an eternity in waiting. ...

I hear the last breath of my independence As slips from my parting lips, A sigh seeping out of this body, Thick as blood, Pouring from me into her, temptation. And she in turn languidly pauses Holding a response deep inside; Thus a wisp of expression passes As I look into her crying eyes, And in a moment she signals, happy resignation. We are thus bound together By our body’s mutual language, Our souls locked together forever Like binary stars circling in a void We have expressed our poignant...

She had courted near disaster playing sex games on the floor with a boy she hardly knew someone she’d met at the door daring fate to bite down deep while enraptured near her bed pulling out all inhibitions then letting lust take off instead His answers to all her questions kept her eating from his hand like Clinton answering CNN His truths would not stand Her dogged mongrel nature ruled, his least beatific aspect shined both of them lay mixed up then their bodies lax and entwined But near the...

Friar Mortimer’s curiosity had been eating at him since the beginning of the church service. It was like a funny little gremlin that ate away at his cheesy brain, a thought that should have been buried somewhere between waking and getting out of bed. The thought did not have a place outside the confines of a woolen blanket, yet it kept creeping to the forefront of a stiflingly bored mind, “What’s under the nun’s habit?” At first he had been stunned at the thought. It was something that should...

Gordy awoke the next day with bandages over most of his skin. He thought this was the most detestable sight he had ever seen, excluding the sight of the 357 bee stingers embedded in him. He tried looking around within his room, but for some reason he could not turn his head. When he tried to move his head, by way of his hands, he discovered that his hands and arms had also been bandaged. "How is my patient today!" said a voice from Gordy's right. "Mmph, thmpick carthpth!" "Yes, I'm aware of y...