Winter Haiku #2

Tips of winter trees

Softly touch the cloudless sky

Like fanning fingers.

Heaven Goes

Soft moon in the night

Stop whispering to me

I’ve been drunk with you too long

And it’s late.

I need clouds in the sky.

This anesthetized canopy above me won’t do.

I need you.

Soft moon, safe drugs

I’m tiring of your tricks,
Can't take much more of this.

Maverick rebels and honey devils
Your graceless art is gone

I’ve known this all along

But your spirits are so strong.

One breath of you and I’ll be fine

The soft luscious sting of wine

Your neck, chin and jaw line.

If I taste your lips

I’ll need more of this
So much to touch, so much to risk.

Soft evil, generous love
The grace of now, looming above.
Flesh and spirits flirt and flow
Blood and lust in constant throes
A loving stupor we have chose
Because we both know where heaven goes.

Wish For It

When I'm not writing; I'm out there living.

So this 

is an offering, a rebellion, a testatment

to strange silences

that batter the brain and bleed in the belly, 

and summon more noise than voices.

This is the feeling of never quite reaching, but always stretching

for that lingering insatiable nagging desire

that will never entirely be fulfilled 

because love and art and dreams

are eternal wells 

at the bottom 

of my naive 

little heart.

Dragonflies and Daffodils

Every morning is velvet
Most mornings I'm straight
One sheet, two lovers
Open up the gate.

I love the way your eye lashes
Rest against your cheek
The steady rhythm of your chest
Matches my heart beat.

Winter Blues Haiku

I miss the sound of
quick summer feet on sidewalks
and the sunlit leaves.

Lines

Some lines are indelible

Running deep and rough

Carving out recesses

For love and hurt.

Some messages are never lost

Always floating about

Suspended by lines we drew

Sometime ago

To hold us together.

I suppose we were meant to meet today.

Together talking

Pointing to the past

Taking tallies

Tricking our fears

To tolerate truths.

And I thought I had cut you out

With swift and painful snips

I thought I had digested the pieces

And exhaled them

I even watched them flutter in the air

And scatter to a thousand indiscernible places

But my heart is wide and sticky and fucking clung to them all.

Norwegian Jesus

honey devil, rising moon
safe drug, it's come too soon

soft evil, copper spoon
gentle kisses, make flowers bloom

honey's dead
you should have known

pack your pipe
the dreams have flown