Hello...hello...this Romeo calling from the juice-box telephone, sipping down those nasties through a straw.
I ride the devil of a horse to a carnival and spit at the daisies if I please.
But I sit...and ponder...the what-ifs of life.
Besides me, the missing link winces its face and stretches its neck to say,
"Okay, okay!" It says, " The sign of a good heart is when the eyes match the movement of the soul,
lilting its space across sound waves and smiles for a second and stops
to say hel... read more

The open road lays itself
down, as easy as the sun
dressing itself in onyx,
panhandling stars
in eagerness for light.

Dive into the silence,
wavering from tide to calm,
between water and air
to placid blue...
Dive
where the world, a hum,
beckons the center to exude
a soundless breath...
...and breathe.

Footsteps transpose into wheels
and mirrors into eyes.
Illusions of time pass in yellow
streaks and neon lines.
Boundaries and borders fade
into an acid-free mapped page.... read more

Hunger
The ache, the want
Gnawing at your being.
The desire, the craving
Causing discomfort
And sometimes pain.
To hunger is to let go of knowing
To exist in a space and time
Of endless possibility
Of uncontrollable openness
Of nothing.

Need
The carrier, the condition
Spreading thin, but weighing heavy
the obligation, the requisite.
Slathering thick, a poverty of passion
And great misfortune.
To need is to cling to knowing
To capsulize a moment
And languish the past,
K... read more

The Blessed Exposure

With the morning sun gently tugging at my eyelids, I left my world of dreams- a lovely graceful girl, dressed in a scanty silver evening gown (low-cut and revealing, of course), performing on the stage- fans screaming my name- photographers fighting over my picture- and awoke in a daze, rubbing the sleep from my eyes and expecting to be in a dressing room filled with flowers, suitors, and fan mail. Instead, I was in my bed, in my tawny room tangled in a smattering of b... read more