I’m living like she’s coming and I’ll be ready. With clean sheets. Blankets. Bath towel and wash cloth. A chessboard. Wine glasses. Music. Poetry. The bed will be warm the morning after. The breakfast filling. We start the day with the sun. The sweet song of birds. Sight of squirrels on rooftops. An oasis from your world. 

I’m the man for this cipher. Make time for me and your cellars filled with life. Imagine pain is fashion. Tell her sister siren. Cause Celebre. There logic in the role. I charge from the head. Before the source, was sound. A garden for everyone. To the house I’m most likely. I trade on third eye. She’s tossed in the quick. Impassioned guile and repeat. She’s ample and warm. Once more rollicking. Given wear and when. The order she trade on. She want from the all day parade of the macabre. The isolation and panic therein.

Social science of the modern rogue, I’m ordained. One night of festival into nights of game bird. The level of ours beyond material. She count these months as vital. A shared effort and sport. The culmination of the nightmare. Just the beast she need as guide into the wicked and the potential end. The all-day rain. 

Muster affection in the strange. Call for strange put forth. The strange consummate and the hour make the seek the more epic. She in pose contort the both of them. She draw from him in master stroke. I am  all the grit in the ----, almost volcanic. The iconic parkway and the market. And bewitch that cover the lack of humanity. The stop and stare kind of hunger distinct that wash over the senses. Purveyors of fat on parade. Account the strange in electricity. Cessation of graces. The craven what will, loose of the feminine. G© 

All Or Nothing

All or nothing in one

glance you be mine.

Appreciate the worldly female.

She push forth with the raw bit.

A world of girls.                                                                                                                                

Vineyard with bed of roses.

 

They’re in and out 

barefoot and light wear.

My smile sardonic

and she’ll never forget

thrill in the foreboding.

The lonely is dark.

 

I am the iteration of Bedlam.

Fool hardy.

Phobia and love in one man.

I’ve always been ugly.

I am these nights one

space to another.

Supine in pain.

 

Trade on that some night

your lonesome as mine.

Depth of the curious.

And the follies.

They drink and fight to pen

the death of the heroine.

G©

What for a man but her everything?

The Seraphic, she’s tall tales.

Approach the killing as first love.

Complimentary awe of bird of prey.

She present the spectrum

and you feel some way.

 

When it was hers to proffer,

testimonial ripple.

She’s demonstrative.

A study in excess

the night is fluid.

The romantic as in idealist

make you sycophant.

The sometimes damsel.

The best of assets.

 

What filter in the story of the villain.

Machinations move mountains.

The standard the ---- mind.

The sun rise on the vessel

and water into wine.

 

The rub is conviction.

The lure fresh face.

A thing to effort.

I carry a yen.

G©

The Keeper

If not maiden intended,

maiden in waiting.

Word to the Matriarch,

my return at dark.

I send my man for her things.

 

The disjointed spite the Bedlamite.

I covet the cover of clouds.

Talk of mad seasons,

the ides of which to fear.

As to my letters,

commonality in my ken.

Her words do what they should.

I suicide..

 

Morphine dreams little women.

There is wine and dress 

cast about as light material.

Cards and dice until 

the adrenaline dies down.

What cleave to us fall down.

Her exhalation sanguine.

Wind filter cool to the skin.

A beast reverence and disgust.

It is a scene, apt pupil.

Come from it benign until it don’t.

 

The cuckold give her direction.

The stink of ambition 

the sculpted.

The narrows for the 

damnable consumption. GL ©

I’m the want she want.

To everything your defiance.

A poets lot ceaseless.

She tribute to missive

she give life to. 

Lord over it all 

as she sex pot.

 

This commonality 

linger for long.

Linen and little else. 

In some quarters 

lauded charm alarm.

I’m just the wicked 

goose bump her skin.

Full lips and jinx.

 

The genesis, the to-do.

The pliant and flamboyant.

Prize in your diary.

Want for you a mutual 

that make it art.

In this we’re candid.

Love is pestilence but timely

act of kindness.

Once in motion change

in social grace form consent.

 

Local trick.

It don’t go but spit on it.

Virtue weaponized.

This way unrefined.

The surge in happenstance

she delight in. GL©

We afternoon as lovers.

She is cherubim

and the gallery of which she mimic.

The Bedlamite.

I am stranger to the order.

They Look to blame.

They cannot explain and

need not ceremony cross the threshold.

 

Seek love in the right light.

Furtherance the good life.

A kiss and with that we endeavor.

The measurable excess.

Trust I”m incorrigible.

 

I remember every then on.

Dream this over the top.

Age of inquisitive intimates.

The wind pick up as the cloud burst of a dream.

Gender roles in our frequence.

With that in motion one more in the fold.

 

A fashion of triumph.

The power of ten.  

Enter the garden the vainglorious

live for the trick.

You keep your eyes for wolves.

Give him his win.

I want to be let.

Is discovery darling.

 

She determined ethereal.

My irregular her betterment.

I’m as thirsty as in wonder.

Just the age to by stand the will and won’t.

The intermittent optimist.

What boundaries ain’t bound.

Vanity she couldn’t sate is sex you’re after.

A tease of goods.

You’re comfortable in robes.

Alight the intimate, the loyal foil.

I want un-orthodox.

A warmth dream lover.

Sunday come calling.

Streets is wet and windy.

There always roles.

See your mind from cuckold.

Figures barefoot in the reeds.  GL©

Pure Velvet

Companion is currency.

Drive by winter.

I’ve felt the charms her disparate.

Tinge of romance and I’m obliged.

 

I’ve tapped wavelength.

Cast bigger shadow than subsequent.

She’s pure velvet. 

Run about my orbit, 

this is wonderland.

Companion in space.

Offer self and take same time.

She love hard given to direct her and is torrid.

Congregants of a mind untold unpredictable

who better and why? 

 

Tug of serotonin measure increment.

To everything your weird science.

Wind whip of which swirl of sentiment.

Bedlam in the midst.

Macabre and dreadnaught. 

She is fury, now kitsch. She persist.

She give life to introspect.

The horror of hunger,

grasping best they could.

A cadre enlightened unconventional heterosexual.

Thrill to death.

Dress is meaning and beneath that is grimace.

The lonely is now categorical.

She charm the thing.

The egoist your profile.  ©

I and my partisan

trip the light mind bending.

Over the shoulder euphoria.

Magic man my exotic notes.

Day dream of you wild stylized.

 

Material notion of success

part of the tome.

The body unencumbered.

Bide that front of mind.

The need prescient

lost on me. 

The context a dear figure G©

Hunger Is A Driver

A girl should care of fright.

I talk her through the macabre.

I haunt the dunes and the park.

The exotica fool romantic.

I am this Bedlamite.

 

She shriek like insides on fire.

Semblance of gentile she survivor.

Love is dead by its hand

it come to be so.

 

Death of the Duchess.

You like the pose.

Fire and couture.

She have me her advantage.

 

Dyed in the wool

rainy day poet meant for you muse.

Event of romantic import.

Every belle in the cohort fellow zealot.

She amenable lass with

machination of fair game.

She turn to it for I know she take

initiative to vice

like you haven’t threshold for me.

 

Alright then.

She with the sweet water rose of war

for the wicked made constant.

Loyal whole cloth.

The pang like promised us.

I’m coming back.

 

Same as horror cover the square.

The burning leaves sweet smell of welcome.

Big news that reach coven.

Imagine the town back when 

and legend Bedlamite.

Nightmare spread 

a girl should care of fright.

Proof of my love she is warming to.

Caught in the swaddle I remember everything.

I’m aggressive, blessed manna

intoxicant monument of a sight.

Sense her virtue under threat.

Should I, would she tell? ©

Omen

Actors in coitus.

Her secreta is gold.

The despair is thick.

She ford the enlightenment.

Better in the throes 

is how it should.

Venture into day 

from the stark

was no escape.

My indelicate

is bias.

 

I see your covetous

aint casual use.

We salon none the less.

I’m all the party.

The violence.

The penultimate town 

square range war.

The hate in real time. G©

Misinformation

 

The misinformation to fit the day.

The majestic her face is white.

Stars and bars and from the fringe,

false Prophet.

American Apartheid.

 

Domestic terror allegiance of doom.

The opposition party abscond in unison

against convention the misinformed.

The radical claim of patriot.

I Asphyxiate on dream sequence equality.

 

It transmit through droplet.

The lonely social distance.

I dream love from it.

There is me edge of the sea.

 

Trust has withered 

my past lives.

The shuttered.

The once bustling.

New normal harken

fear a black planet.

When history written,

evolution of poor sport.

In this loss of irreplaceable treasure.

And Geek to void of Rush Limbaugh.

Voice to the vilest of theory

for the consumption 

the blackest heart.

 

We should be like Venezuela. 

Or Myanmar.

Steady wavelength of racist trade.

Migrant crisis and ghost ships.

Come a day no masks.

We can embrace and hold hands.

Bewitched by the trees.

Sweet nothings in their sway.

Now vaccinated she slap my face

for a kiss long waited.

G©