Erotica

In this world of sudden death, In this world of explosive violence, In this world of fear and apprehension, In this world of concrete poured endlessly, In this world of guilt, anger and despair, In this world of warning signs and fines and meaningless procedures, In this world of horror and terror and bombastic utterances leading nowhere, In this world of failed gods and goddesses, I love you. ♥        

Read more »

Yellow Flower

Burst of sunrise. Miracle of color atop an otherwise green stem. Statement of passion. These colors mean nothing. You reflect who I want to be, who I am. ♥

Read more »

Savoy Special

Let’s not do it. Let’s not go down the dusty road to death. We’ve built so many roads. Are none of them upward tending, over whatever obstructions we may find in our way? Or are we destined now to drive or ride in circles, forever longing for where we started, but lost destinationless and bored even with ourselves in captivity to our conveyance? Let’s not do it. Let’s stay home for once and enjoy what we’ve been given, quiet and close and loving one another before we venture forth again to try to find ourselves elsewhere. Let’s not do it. If we can’t find the truth within we’re lying to believe we’ll find it out there and lose ourselves into the bargain; fatalities, statistics, consumers bereft of anything to consume except ourselves. Let’s not do it. Let’s do something wonderful instead. Let’s find a place to stand and move the […]

Read more »

No One Wants A Pickle

The pickle is a lowly fruit, or is it just a veggy? Some say they’re really very good, but dills just leave me edgy. Gurkins have a sweetness which cannot be denied, but when I find them on my plate, I invariably hide them underneath a lettuce leaf or accommodating chip. Or better yet find room for them upon the floor and let them slip conveniently away. The world is such a tragic place, full of unwanted ardor. No one seems to want it more than these vinegar cured cucumbers. ♥

Read more »

First Million

How did it feel? One followed by all those zeroes, A couple commas. Those must have been the interruption between triplicate noughts. The sleepless, nervous, anxious, unspoken apprehension of what it means to strive for what only can be counted, never kissed or held in warm embrace, never smiled upon or smiling back, the world of mathematics as net worth. How did that feel? Want to try again? You’ll have to try real hard. Only the numbers get bigger. Zeroes stay the same. ♥

Read more »

Penny

This is the way it happened. This is exactly the way it happened. I sat in a public place and the little girl wanted to operate the machine that squeezes pennies and makes them look like flat pieces of copper that used to be money. Her parents gave her fifty cents to operate the machine and she put the two quarters and the penny in. Then she turned the handle and I said, “There’s going to be one less penny in the world.” And the woman said, “I know how it feels. My name is Penny. We don’t have pennies where we come from any more. The government too them all away. Everything is rounded either up or down.” “I’ve studied quite a bit about the man depicted on them,” I said and I said the name. “That’s something else we don’t have anymore,” Penny said, “Integrity and Character.” The […]

Read more »

Double Cross

It always meant pain. Either you hung me on it and I suffered to your glee or I pick it up from the other end and you run in fear. Let’s talk about it as it really is, but you sit there as if it will go away and leave you untouched. Remember, its your symbol. You started it. And it isn’t jewelry. ♠

Read more »

Human Sacrifice

Now that they have proven themselves idolaters, filled with graven images and willing to deny the truth and turn a blind eye to mercy and grace, now that they have denied righteousness and driven themselves mad with lust for power and prestige, preening themselves in elaborate costumes of grotesque exaggeration, I want to tell you I love you and demonstrate by offering myself there is more to belief than gold. ♥

Read more »

Dragons

They are here as they have always breathed flame, leathern wings beating, tail potent, able to impale, scales armor hard over a heart of hate, but now they are electric. They are here, as they have always terrified ignorant slaves to superstition and convention, servants to shadow, but now they lure with vanity and lethargy and entice fools with doom of virtual reality. They are here as they have killed before and driven hearts to madness and as before courage with a lance is best, swords tempered by the truth will fell the pet of hell. ♠

Read more »

Glory

Out of sleep, out of darkness, into a room half lit wherein I dream, more light beckons, more truth calls beyond a door I must now open. Blinded not at all, but made to see by radiance generously given, I speak aloud the word I have no will to keep. Glory unto me from thee, repeated until we unite in glory. ♥

Read more »