migraine

I can feel it coming closer
slowly creeping in
hovering beneath my head
it’s penetrating in

streaming through my
seething nerves,
drilling through
my veins

terrorizing throbbing temples

petrified electrified

pressure mounting,
medicating
mind and body
encompassing

toxic tension overload
so ravaging
it’s unforgiving

excruciating , unrelenting
all consuming pain
oxidizing then corroding
rusting to decay

wasted matter fried
in screwed up
faulty circuitry

vacuumed til
there’s
nothing
left

except the
monster
in my
head

tactile

i can only dream
to feel you once again
with tactile hands
to explore
your wicked terrain
that was once
my territory

i painfully long
to hold you
to run my fingers
through your hair,
your sensuous nape,
that feels like
how it looks

i truly ache to find you
next to me
to play the game
we used to love
just you and me
at night
when no one's looking

i honestly want to kiss you
to feel your soul
with mine
as if we’re one
and the same
of a kind
though we're not.

i slowly close my eyes
and touch you …
and feel like
you were here
exactly like before
the same familiar skin
.... i can only dream.

2002

ballerina


a lone ballerina slipper
once worn by dainty foot
trudged endlessly on wooden floor

battered and tattered it had seen
many days with the tragic dancer
done too many solos far too long
had gone away, the lost partner

grotesquely shaped the slipper
from all those mad pirouettes
the lonely dancer, long forgotten
from the dance of life remains
once shod a dainty foot
a sad, old, lone
ballerina slipper

2002

jazz


noise
piercing sharply
through my being
i can't hear a thing

drowning in the drone of
the mundane drifting listless
on a muted sea
awaiting the call of echoes
whispering my silent scream
imploring to hear
ever so gently
the sound of
music

stirring within my soul
from which
the song of life
plays
unceasingly
writing notes
to the rhythm
that unfolds

2002

shift happens

life being, growing, moving, flowing
shift
death silence, darkness, stillness, lightness
shift
space inner, outer, wider, yonder
shift
time beginning, ending, twilight, graveyard

shift

playtime

scrumptious senses
giddy notions
hormones going
haywire
hungry horndog
sending scents
i smell you
from a mile
i can feel
your sweet aroma
bathing me
caressing me
i really
really
really want
i wanna play
with fire

you like?

tease me
tease you
feed me
feed you
fantasies full of
white chocolate
sweet
you've tasted before
you like some more?
nibble, bite
maybe a mouthful
there's plenty
sweet
and more
for you
and only you
only if
you like?

no

i don't. no
i don't want. no
i don't want to. no
i don't want to say
yes
i want. yes
i want to. yes
i do want to say ...
no more