Woman (Please Forgive me for trying Erotica of a sexist nature)

In these diabolical gender-wars It is not women who are calling for freedom It is freedom calling for a woman To put every inch of him inside her lips And spit it all out, to free freedom From the oppressive grip of lust. Like a colorful parrot, who can fly away To any rain forest…

The Angelus

Dawn opens with a ring of the church bell And a little light creeping through the curtain. We are woken by the Angelus. And I make love to my wife. As I search for Gabriel Every time she milks my nuke – nuclear material That can cross the generation rift. It seems the Angelus gives…

The Man on the Mirror

Transfixation is a pristine mirror. The glass painted on one side and self reflected on the other I’m sitting in the front seat of a bus, looking At the rear view mirror. I know what is chasing me. The weeds that grow taller than the cultivars. The predators that run faster than the prey. You…

Memories

I look through the rubble The little mountains I have constructed In a little room called the attic And here I have little ones, big ones. Good and mediocre. I have gold and fool’s gold. Ingots and trinkets. And they are all handpicked for the occasion. Equally weighed for the requiem And the dream.

Love

I look at an empty bowl. And a filled heart. You ask yourself is that enough? And can money buy you happiness? The watch I wear says it’s Titan. The condom I put on says it is Hercules. And I look in the heart’s mirror I see superman freaking out, turning blue To a dose…

Underwear

I look at myself in the mirror, clad in loin cloth What we call underwear, and I see a large bronze man Who wants a little less fat and a little more bat in a perfect world. I’m not perfect. For once, I don’t wear my undies on the outside I’m not a super hero…

Poetry

A wordsmith has a license to kill With tiny words in sequence Little projectiles that traverse From parchment to the ensheathed Poetry was always about ballistics The barrels that load and fire Gunpowder and death And when you die, it is as good as an orgasm You don’t make sounds though. Just a perfect silence…