Category: poetry

He stood at the edge of the path,
Facing the unending
Herds of buffalo grass
He swung a foot off the edge,
And into the herd
In one motion
His hand gripped
The throat of a single stalk,
With a whince and a pop,
He freed it
From its roots,
His parted lips
Welcomed
A trophy,
For now,
With golden rudder
Parting his lips
He became fearless
An adventurer.

A broken heart
A poet's saviour
The launchpad of a 1000 sonnets.
Or the deluge of tears
Dishonesty laid bare.
Hope dashed
A misnomer.
The heart is unbroken
A raging pulse
The only thing broken
Is selfish
Expectation.

Reach forward
Grab what is behind you
Step forward
Land in your footprint.
Inhale
To the sound of your roar.
Look through
The unseen
Speak in the
Languages
Of the mute.
And the tongue-tied
Fuck
With a eunuch's
Abandonment.

I skimmed the
Foam of the
Purchased cappuccino,
Oddly thinking
It is mine
A recipe
Milk
Coffee
Passing through
My body,
And yet I decreed
At threat of  
Dollar
Cents
I owned it.

Stop and
Ignore,
The breath
From your mouth,
The heat
From your skin,
The taste
From your tongue,
The lust
From your loins,
Ignore
Your life.

Hello Atlas,
My doppleganger
You and I
Hunched and straining
The world at out backs
Her weight breaking our wills
We stare at each other
Sinew mapped out lives 
Lived.
Sinew popped out daily
Greet the dawn
Once a show of strength
Now a fingerprint 
The world
We hold aloft.
I know
You know
The  world
We hold aloft
Will crush us
Break us
That is her response
But you,
The doppleganger
Of men
Has one advantage
Being a titan
She will never crush you
The perfect stalemate
Of pure 
Love.

Taunt skin draws over my spine
Trapping me in its strength
Popping and struggling
Against the trap
Of my being.
Are the dreams 
Of a boy
The ambition
Of a man
The belief
Of a mom
From birth
To death
My skin holds
True.

A prickly sensation
Crawling up my back
Whisphering as she goes
Talking to me
About opportunities
Unused
About goals
Avoided
About success
Ducked
I call her
Alarm

I asked him
Why the fuzzy top lip
He said,
To save a life.
I sniggered,
A furry lip?
Saving a life.
Who does,
The man
With the fluff covered lip
Think he is,
He said
November.

No worse time to  end,
Today
No  better time to begin,
Today
Start the snarfu,
Today
Stop the success,
Today
Tyranny of tribulation,
Today
Triumph of titillation,
Today.