THE OLD WILDCATTER
Sad as a West Texas duster
he sits on a cracked vinyl stool
Remains of youth and charm
slip through a dry-hole smile
Still drilling from habit
the wild lands of women
Still praying for gushers
Tag Archives: sensuality
CRAB APPLE LOVE
CRAB APPLE LOVE
You’d be crabby too
if you’d been through
what I’ve been through
Yes, you might be a little crabby too
if all your relatives looked down on you
Sweet Granny Smith with her stem in the air
pretending she’s green as the unmown grass
has a worm hole or two I could tell you about
And there’s just no living with cousin Mac
since that damn computer came out
But enough about them, let’s talk you and me
how I’m so much more than an ornament tree
About how lonely I am, and inviting you in
your teeth in my flesh and your lips on my skin
So if you’re looking for love that’s true to the core
I’m telling you love, you’ll be looking no more
If you’re looking for a love that’s going to stick
I’ve got plenty of pectin to do that old trick
And we can be jammin’ all night and all day
if you’ll bring some sugar, and meet me half way
THEY KAMA THEY SAW
THEY KAMA THEY SAW
All day the tourists walk
through ancient temples
of the East
Hour after streaming hour
viewing image after image
of erotic grace and coupling
Taking it in – Taking it in
By evening statues carved of stone
have become soft flesh in them
With the women
the transformation is total
with the men – almost
ELEVATORS
ELEVATORS
Remembering
all those seed filled erections
in every town on the prairie
back when the west was young
SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF
SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF
If you think you have no power
try sleeping with a Kennedy
You may find some, but most likely
they will end up with more
If you want to touch vulnerable
try sleeping with a Marilyn
You may find some, but most likely
you will just pile more dirt on her grave
If you can’t find your inner poet
or the painter unafraid to use red
You can always find one willing
to help you find it in their bed
And there may be value in this trail
however tangled dark and faint
For you can sometimes find out where
something is just by finding where it ain’t
IN MEMORY STILL
IN MEMORY STILL
(or computers byte)
You keep popping up in my memory
On old disks I find love notes
still as loving as when they were entered
Faxes, letters, poems, thoughts
full of beauty full of trust
Valentine’s poems, three of them
overflowing with sensual exaltation
wisdom exchanged, depths plumbed,
promises made
Fresh and clean and bright
as the day they were written
lines that would go on forever
lines that still do go on forever
I don’t know how to tell the little ones
and zeros that we’re now apart
it might break their heart
PERHAPS IT ISN’T BY CHANCE
PERHAPS IT ISN’T BY CHANCE
Woman is shaped like a wound
man like a lance
SILK ROAD
SILK ROAD
A thousand worms on a mulberry tree
As soft as they spin and as hard as they try
can never match the silk of your inner thigh
LYSISTRADA
LYSISTRADA
No peace, no piece
INTO THE WEB
INTO THE WEB
In you is the love making
of teeth and claws
and the severing of limbs
While Mister Black Widow
even knowing the end of the act
Leaps into the web and
pulls it to him with
all eight arms