Under Mistletoe At Christmas

How nirvana means different things to people, A nicotine high, some cannabis, A little coffee to take away the cravings,  A sugar cookie at the corner shop, A meat pie from a 7/11 store Or under a mistletoe tradition. How the best part of the day, Is looking at my wife listening to Eclectic music,…

What Lies Beneath The Bark

The unborn emotion, Crosses a little ferrying distance, A synapse and an impulse,  Like a ferry ride over a space, To metamorphose from dopamine To oxytocin, from feeling good, To become the endurance, Of an endearment. A steeplechase, More than a marathon, A tortoise more than a rabbit. The chicken and the egg situation It…

Asterisk

Shhhhhh Can I tell you a secret? [A serial collection of asterisks] – (You) Were the reason I was born, Thrown out of my cocoon, my body, When my lips could feel orbitals Summoning like a magnetic pole, And that secret is (asterisks – you) Built a constellation just For me, and laid them out…

Titanic

You scoop ice cream to two bowls To watch Titanic from bed. You see Jack and Rose flutter their arms Like they are albatrosses on a hull About to take off and you try the Titanic pose At home, you flap like mad, And still no Romeo and Juliet moment Only a feeling of two…

Love

The forgone conclusion Ridicules the wobbling riddle Prelude is just a beginning Of many, the pretenders that line up On the heart’s stage. First date is just a duel Of collect-me-white lies. Man looks at the window And shops for little gadgets with increasing memory power And thrilling features, and yet remembers The brick sized…

Mathematics of Love

Science says you need go through 9 women To meet the one, the soul mate, the woman Who you see an eternity of wrapping and unwrapping with And far away, little babies inside cots Crying louder than you ever did, for the same breasts You fondled and tasted. There are two Ways to love a…

After the Break-up

You hold on to the toothbrush For as long as possible, and the comb She left behind with residual tresses Seems precious – a collector’s item Even memory’s space craft And you realize the little things that she brought To the front of the sink or the mirror Every detail of her pajamas and how…

Honeymoon

Up and down, bisecting her Stood a fragment of father time Sheltering a moment That he never thought would happen After all, 38 is no spring chicken Just a clucking chicken with feathers Who postponed his arrival To this one destined oasis He knew he was only A porn star with a million eyes watching…