The Politics of Sex

I took you like a tyrant takes freedom.
Gentle at first, clothes like rights shed hotly
tossed to the wind, fabricated motley
of garments beneath our rolling random
silhouettes. We eclipse the sun and shade
the earth beside us, our syncopated
motion, yearning desire, satiated.
Exhausted forms, newly apart and laid
below the crystal sky, airing tulips
with panting, slowing breaths. Defiant smiles
breed overwhelming tension that beguiles
your touch and begs resolution of lips.
Our reign ending, the heavy clothing strain
weightedly holds us in bondage again.

This Poem is Wasted

I can pour my own glass
nice of you to ask
but the jukebox breaks my heart
I think my hair
is losing me
and the bar is getting taller
time is getting smaller
all that matters is the tick of the clock
though I can't hear it
stealthily stealing seconds
over that damned jukebox!

Mardi Gras

Ordinary cities have skyscrapers
New Orleans hangs history in the sky
places it in the palm
of your hand
at no cost
Proudly
the music
rhythm
syncopation
keeps the architects guessing
no comparison necessary

The surrounding gulf
seeks refuge sp granted on occasion
into a minefield of historic edifices
washed with color
annual beads
and everyday life

Release

The beat beat of your heart heart
jumpstarts the rhythmic revelry
of my own
and eyes first we fall feverishly
toward seas of sheets
restless with soon-smoothed wrinkles
daring one another
drawing and crossing lines
passions intertwined
hoping to find
space release

The Nose

The handkerchief is a universe of chance
A sneeze
Explosive bacteria population
The evolution of mucus spirals
Which exude perpetual motion
The original snot stain
Held in place
By theories
Teapots
Pouring themselves
Swirl
And spew hot liquid
Fountains of youth
Hidden

Vision

Yellow, indigo, blue-green
space Léger breathes color
That hangs and settles
Like sunlight
On fluid canvas
Solidified
All things inanimate
Geometric harmony
Amplification.
Light and lines combine to become
space real
No longer aesthetic but functional
Table and chairs
Transportation
A third eye

Classifieds

Torn and bleeding pages
The drip of
Desire
Anthropomorphic mayhem
In column form
Old
On-the-verge traditional
1000 noun Pandora's Box
Dollar store bounty
Edging carefully forward
Give me your accordion!
Like new, for $30