Hands on your hips

Walking through a large group of people

And I found myself walking between you and

Some stranger.

I turn toward you and move in-between

I place my hands on your hips.

You look up at me and smile then sigh.

I looked at you and for a moment we stood

There in each others arms.

Forgetting to move pass each other.

Sort of lost in this daze.

It felt normal to be in her arms.

I think she felt the same.

We awkwardly start to pull away

From each other.

The spell was broke.

But the ghost feeling lingers like

A kiss on the lips.

Lost in a moment. . .

Nov 28/12

Too much confusion

What is going on?

What is happening?

Are you happy?

are you sad?

Maybe lonely?

Or just plan mad?

Just feeling forgotten?

Sometimes not considered?

What did you expect?

Maybe we should have dinner?

Trade what we know.

Understand how things stand.

What happened to those people?

You know the ones we did that

Thing with.

I don't know?

I don't know?

If you don't talk to each other

You will never know.

What's going on?

Nov 26/12

Understand Me

I want to be understood.

I want to show you something that's never been seen.

I want to watch you listen

To me.

I want to touch your hand.

I want to make love to you.

I want you to make love to me.

I want to make it more.

I want to go places with you.

I want to go to forgotten things.

I want to go to the beach.

I want to dance in the sun.

I want to kiss you in the rain.

I want so much.

Nov 21/12

Saturday

It's not Monday.

It's not Tuesday or Wednesday.

Thursday is getting close.

Friday is the tease that stands between

You and Saturday.

Saturday. Oh Saturday!

The day you hang out, relax, shop.

Anything you really want.

But the there is Sunday.

The forgotten day!

Day of rest, and reflection.

The day you have to straighten up,

Pull yourself together.

Then this cycle starts again.

Once more around.

Nov 17/12

Trapped In The Current

Swimming across the river.

Almost to the other side.

Getting tired

But feeling so close.

The current is getting stronger.

Hard to keep going.

I feel myself being pulled out.

I can feel myself slipping away.

Harder to move forward.

Something in my head tells me it's better to go with the flow.

I can feel myself slipping away.

Riding the current into oblivion.

Gulps of water replace the air.

Sounds become less.

Light is in the distance.

I almost reached the end.

I can feel myself being pulled from the water.

The exhausting breath, tired flesh, the mind broken.

I don't know why but I'm still here.

I guess that will always remain is that question.

Why am I still here?

Nov 7/12

Diner Talk

Outside on the windy street corner

I walk past the diner that looks like

Something from the 50's.

Even the food smells like it's from then.

I see this decked out lady with great gams.

She asks me if I'm looking for something.

I said just looking to see what comes my way.

She said well on your journey head over to

Sassy Kitties. You get a eye full there.

I thought to myself. Why not?

I headed over to where she had told me it was.

A guy on a motorbike drives by.

Some drunk young guys, just off work on the other side of the street.

I had this feeling I was getting close.

I saw this building with this big guy watching

The door and this smaller guy taking the money.

Rocco and Tiny.

They told me that Calamity was about to take the stage.

I thought ok, it was just going to be another show.

I thought it would be just like the ones before.

I get this waitress Angie, she a little pistol.

She want me to do shots between her tits and
she said if I spilled I had to lick her clean.

I thought that could be fair.

Great tits.

Nov5/12

Come To Pass

We walk our distances to get to places.

We meet new people along the way.

Some join us as we walk together.

Some bid us fair well and live on in our

Memories and in our hearts.

What we experience along the way is with

Us as we live our lives.

We can always go back in thought and

Remember the times as you remember them.

Forever in thought.

Nov 04/12

Will you remember me

Will you remember me?

The slow glances, the smiles,
The laughing at your bad jokes?
Or will you remember the way
I would hold your hand, touch your
Face, or the way that I would hold you
In my arm’s.
I love the smell of your hair.
Burring myself in those long curls.
Finding your swan-like neck,
softly pressing my lips against
your inviting flesh.
Your voice lingers in my ears.
Your beauty steals my soul.
But will you remember me in
The morning?
Will you remember at all?

Nov 02/12

Mr. Bitterness

I can feel your bitterness
I sense you are focusing your dissatisfaction
With your life on me.
I don’t deserve that.
What did I ever do to you?
I’ve been nice and friendly.
See I play well with others.
Why can’t you?
I can feel your bitterness.

Nov 01/12