Dark Tea Time of the Soul I lay awake in the night, enraptured and recalling in horrifying detail all the great failures of my life. I imagine the scales of justice struggling to balance self-victories and self-losses. My self-fulfilling prophecy is on the fringe of becoming a grimy reality – sticky with turmoil, bound by inhibitions and raw lust. It startles me that my train of ego has not derailed but rather, has fallen off a cliff. My mind rattles like a drawer of silverware during an earthquake and the shakes and cold sweats are making their way relentlessly up your toes and from your moist fingertips into the center of my being – swarming my chi like a biblical plague. Cataclysm and apocalypse loom over the horizon for me – for me, the doomed and hapless voyager of the uncharted recesses of my ever-so-fragile psyche. Why did I ever accept my own invitation to this carnival of self-deprecation
EspionageEspionageyour words are swimming and bleedingproviding a nourishing snackfor my sharksit was in the cafe where all the poets goto try to get laidwhen I heard your voice fracture like iceand tumble to the flooralong with your convictionsyour lover sat across from youhis head in his handshis nerves balled into a noticeable lumpin his esophagushis nerves should have been balled upprudence demanded iti was a private eye that nighta spy on the wrong side of a faulty mapi had a loaded pistol and secret to keepyour truth arrived with a gasplike the dying urgency of an orgasmand there it wastruthin all her stripped grandeurundercooked and distortedlike a beauty queen in a funhouse mirrorlipstick smeered across the fringes of her mouthand her panties and stockings torn and tangled around heryour truthbeautiful, isn't it?
Alchemy and OathsStrange alchemy of sailing shipsBound for the western shoresOf AfricaPeculiar oaths made with drink in handIn legendary ports of callBy tarry-thumbed romantics and scoundrelsPony-tailed braggartsSwaggering with superstitionsAnd sea-legsBillowing stitched canvasCatching the scented windsOf the Ivory CoastHapless NavigatorBurdened with longitudeAnd timeAround the capeMy matesand Old Jack TarStrange oaths..........strange alchemy