Morning Drinks

Bodies in the shapes

of shades pass

in apathetic and emotionless tones

and I long for Life's collisions;

not manufactured

anomalies, but necessary strikes

of flesh sparked

from unintentional fingertips.

Exorcised—

words stretching

knots in a

placid, empty

stomach.

Scotch

numbing

the voices

of doubt,

as they swim

against the violent

currents of the

allusion-ed.

I should of known…

I should have run…

run—run—run—

back to my cold shadowed bedroom.

Instead, I was lured

by your soft skin

and gentle lips

and your stench

the flavor of lilies

wrapping around me

like a quilted blanket; all

until I became ensnared

within your steel garters!

And with eyes bleeding

through their once white plains

and skin bleached

by the constant moon

(my surrogate sun)

I tasted the warmth

of your mouth and heard the deep

groans of released recognition.

Even now, over a wasted liver

I can hear your laugh

as it echoes along the valley

of your thighs, those

soft white cliffs along

your Irish shores.

And despite better thought

I entertain the little devil

Painted on your shoulder

And recall your

gentle curses against

the fates, against the end

of a magic neither of us

expected.

All bad poetry springs from genuine feeling. --Oscar Wilde

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a love-sickness. -Robert Frost

Poetry is what gets lost in translation. -Robert Frost

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things. -T.S. Elliot

I find out a lot about myself by sleeping. Dreams, they are who I am when I’m too tired to be me. - Jarod Kintz

Surrealism is destructive, but it destroys only what it considers to be shackles limiting our vision. -Salvador Dali

Perfect nonsense goes on in the world. Sometimes there is no plausibility at all. -Nikolai Gogol

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. ― Joan Miró