Big Bug Hands
I reach out a
bright, big, bug-eyed hand to the
whose grasp reflects intense, childlike candor
On The Rocks
Cozy, I set to fire tenderness
overcooked, spewing firelight tales -
plaid and checkered and striped.
Come wrap yourself in comfort’s clothes
I dip my feather pen into you,
ink bottle of inspiration,
as I dip my tongue into you
We Are Fruit People.
love-hungry teenage boy ripe
for the fruit of the world, yearning
for a taste of satisfaction, you buckle your
knees at every passing vine and fall to the earth
Amidst a raucous background, I blend myself
with the noise
as a chameleon does.
I crawl through pulsing colors on painted walls,
You And I
Always I find you somehow escape my words-
no matter how hard I try to catch you with my pen,
slippery devil, you always wriggle free.
So maybe I’ll just paint us,