Bus stop in the rain

you walked away

splashed by a car

won’t call again

shoes wet

don’t understand

missed bus

love lost

umbrella bounces

downtown alone

heartache heartache

a cool number in my head

snap snap snap

• I walked through the toy store, past mothers dragging their charges away from lives of gluttony and mirth, past quiet toys with much to say. #
• One single finger connected to the universe, scrolling through tweets, refreshing human call outs, tweet tweet little finger tweet my sweet. #
• Open and receptive to feelings buried deeply within our self’s, longing to be part of some away far happy ending, it ended, the movie ended. #
• red lamp shade casting deep emotional shadows in my coffee cup, things from youth surfing curled within heated shadow, extolling possibility #
• How can it be that I sit and work for hours without music playing, I should be shot. radio day today..from Vermont http://www.pointfm.com #
• Circling the brown yellow grass, a spot beckoned to my weary self, I sat flat, breathing in that which I had ached to mainline, spring time. #
• Blue light casts a cosmic donut, deeply within the black hole of my mind I gasp and prevent any feelings from escaping and giving up a clue. #
• editorial about Nicholas Hughes suicide, son of Sylvia Plath http://tinyurl.com/cn9s77 #
• I opened one eye shyly, the room was illuminated by a lone ray of sunshine peeking out under the shade, I smiled behind pillows and blankets #
• it wouldn’t stop, the demonic knocking, I stood up from my meditation to answer the door, as I expected it was another cantaloupe, I ate it. #
• girl fingers crawled with spider guile, touching the soft flesh, imprinting fingers into her thighs, so softly receptive to her bare touch. #
• tv haze makes milkshakes dance in my head, drifting on clouds pinwheeled with hazel eyes, transported in whipped rivered cream #
• She insisted, I twisted the Saran wrap tightly, immobilizing her before she changed her mind, entombed in plastic her breathing ceased. #

Fingers running through my hair this way then that way, combing style into mood and, touch into knowing deeper things about the other.

You and me together on warm tarpaper roof vibrating from huge neon sign, bodies covered in Fassbinder Red, laying together upon checkered picnic cloth, cold chicken eaten quickly from buckets then, turned over becoming Bohemian lovers bongos. Cold beer chasing away roofs late day sizzle, poems created to drumming rhythm neon cycles.

Fingers probing each others skin, you guiding my mouth between your legs with one hand while using the other to play a beat and, asking me to play you with my tongue, asking me to play notes on your keys, bop bop bop… pop pop pop…

Tarpaper roof covered with checkered picnic cloth and, you and me.

Bus Stop Bus Stop

Bus stop in the rain, I wonder

You walked away booze spinning in the drain

Bus stop in the rain, splashed by a car, I wonder

Go before you call again

Bus stop in the rain, shoes wet, I wonder

Upside my head, I don’t understand

Bus stop in the rain, missed the bus, I wonder

Time for love to go get lost

Bus stop in the rain, umbrella above walking away, I wonder

Upside downside snap snap downtown, all alone

Bus stop in the rain, who’s standing there now, I wonder

Heartache playing a cool number in my head