Turned Out

Claustrophobic and callous
male thought processes
aimed at pretty girls in
too-tight mini dresses
If you don’t know what’s next
i’ll give you three guesses…
Use
     Abuse
             The evil mind pollutes
Her self-esteem shattered
body bruised and battered
precious worth far scattered
to the winds of fate
her fall to find self-hate

He’s maimed and destroyed
Manipulated and toyed
Unglued her teenage intelligence
Made vanish all her common sense

She’s been walking his streets
Three years now since…
She sees no grass beyond the fence*

On the Way to Lynn’s

As I walk along 8^th Street
Contemplating the machinations
Of our world in (dramatic) flux…
Old-school days I reminisce fondly;
Going to prom, in a powder-blue tux

Kissing the most popular girl
I remember the softest lips
I may have ever kissed; as I
Sift through yesterday’s bliss

I walk toward Chestnut Ave.
(Growing up poor; what we didn’t have)
Makes me sad sometimes…
But, times weren’t all that bad
Sometimes we had great laughs

My mood changes and
A knowing smile grows as
The sun beds down and the moon awakens…
I’m near my destinations end
The house is bright; I see her face
I’ll spend a visit…with my best friend*

Sundown

Slinking silhouettes
Climb ancient walls; the
Shadows of lamp posts
Creating shades of grey ghosts
The urge to cringe; creeps in

Traffic sounds, crest and wane as
City voices, crass and profane
Speak from open window fronts…
An old man (in a cardboard box) dies
Wracked in spits, coughs and grunts

Dried leaves crackle
Beneath running feet
Scurrying to safe haven
Escaping from “dark intent”
Wondering where the starlight went
Knowing darkness won’t relent

A scatting cat screeches
Turning warm blood, icy cold…
A sense of foreboding rises
A smiling eye disguises
What the fearful heart may hold*

Just Can't Help It

I’ve seen it all…
Mini skirts to business suits
Tight- jeans and short, short daisy-dukes
One pieces to teeny-weenie bikinis
Sweet, sweet tarts or evil meanies

Eyes that can make a man sigh
smiles that can make a man cry
skin so soft, butter gets jealous
oh lovely, so lovely, I get over zealous

Hot-bodied, beautiful, gorgeous and pretty
extraordinary fems, exquisitely frilly
Slim women, full figured, with voluptuous lines
make your mouth water, their all so fine,

sweet confections of varied fire
Women I do adore and admire
A sexy sway of hips
A delicate toss of silky mane
Sweetly perfumed, juicy and lovable; I proclaim!
What’s a poor guy to do!?!


Smart and sassy, regal and classy
Queens and divas, in
Flowing skirts, or peasant dresses
Short hair or flowing tresses
Good gravy! I just can’t help it!
I do love women*

A Friend's Pain

Her brave smile
The strength it takes
Slowly depleting her soul
On moon-less nights;
Tear stains on her pillow

Middle of the evening
Mind churning, toss and turn
Damp gown tossed to the floor
Restless dreams, illuminated pain
Endless it seems;
The tear stains on her pillow

He’s such a bastard
The lowly dog in heat;
His fake smile, a burning bed
The suffering of her nightmares

Confused by inane logic
Rapt with raging heartache
Her shame, esteem shattered and
Tear stains on her pillow

Flashing skies become cloudier
At the edge of an abyss
Her constitution lain bare
Her sadness; a harsh lover’s waste
Sleepwalking through memories

The day; a burden she bears
And late into night
Tears stain her pillow, as
She drowns her sorrows in the down

Can't Lose

don't say you don't care
when I know you do
with non-chalance and attitude
your body language
tries to exude, confidence
its not there in your eyes
your smile as well...lies

you've ranted and raved since
the noon sun rose high
still on a tear
neither of us knows why
no I won't let you walk away
you're not allowed to say goodbye

tears sting our ...eyes and
fuel the flames of frustration
two hearts seeking preservation
two egos, in grasping throes
affection also ebbs and flows

our investment in our relationship
too precious to slay...stay
you're not allowed to say...
we can't be "we" or "us.
this truth won't change
I love you too much*See More