start forgetting

start forgetting
the world bed-wetting
deaf hear talking
behind their backs
forgetting a date is
subliminal aversion
my spouse's nightmare
her provocation

despite our twelve-day wish
without a hitch
i hear she had fun and 
turned off my switch
cannot be too proud
for what she needs
as gnats swarm into 
her mouth i feed

2-12-16

a new year's sun glows on my face

a new year's sun glows on my face
belly pouch with book of art
riding on the bike to dance 
with two red ladies on a beetle-nut bag
that shelters my earphones 
from a pocket full of lint

from delirious Barcelona and France
out with the iPod from my pants
Musica de la Han Palau romance
with nowhere else for now to go 
nor cares or woes for now to know
in her natural landscape

nearby collapsed condominiums 
nature's side of monkey wrath
try sticking to the sunny side
loyal to the winding path
the path that leads to gentle home
where the heart starts throbbing madly

2-8-16

our bed is for sleeping

our bed is for sleeping,
restless without sleep,
pills and alcohol unneeded,
or penetration deep.
your love is a holiday,
mirage of waving heat,
every word you sing,
in every velvet sight,
coaxing dreams,
fantasies,
thrones away
from drama queens.

2-8-16

wrote my prose to every nose

wrote my prose to every nose
that poked its head between my toes.
slogged the blog of every fog
in every mushy sod.
weighed the gain of famous name
and will not try again.
move i on the assembly line
another weighing station
when wings become exhausted
in the writing poem vocation.

2-8-16