Adrenal Poems

From the dark side of Love

She was the nadir of affection
like a scorned lover, hell bent on revenge.
She was still like a fresh flower, sensuously perfumed,
a sight for sore eyes, lips full, inviting, titillating;
body curved in the right places, tall...Read More

Nightgowns on at 9:01
Adrenal induced delerium
Santa’s journey has surly begun
To our beds, we were a scurrying

Closed eyes, at 9:05
But sleep would not come easy
We’d twist and turn, side to side
At least til 5 past 3

Then somewhere before, 3:44
Sleep would come,...Read More

He only asked for her number,
Knowing not it was a huge blunder,
Thought their relationship could be strong,
but the digits she gave him were wrong,
She seemed shy and innocent,
This made him propose an engagement,
Promised to think it over,
Whether or not she...Read More

Let free-fall guide your vertigo
As adrenalin rushes into waterfalls

Eyes and skin tight like water up the nose
Bubbles bursting with lightning strikes then
Soggy silence in turquoise splendour

Watery eyes fade quiet lights and adrenal fatigue
Sinking depths into cooler blues, as bubbles float...Read More

Low in the valley a voice grumbles
In a melancholic tone, baritone
Like a wounded beast moaning in the night
So lonely, makes one wonder about things

Higher still, the same melody repeats
Echoes through the trees and ruffles the leaves
Alto horn I should think,...Read More

Deafening crowd,
Definitely shout,
Defyingly loud,
Undeniably wow’d. 

Hands stretched to the ceiling.
Sweat beaded faces.
Driven by the feeling.
Adrenal speed races.

Been here before,
But never quite so right.
It’s in the air tonight.
My kind of night!

...Read More

Street-lights golden nuggets on a plane
I shimmer with anticipation
Aircraft dips left like a soaring hawk
Golden eyes zero in on its prey

Aloft and descending turbulence
Undercarriage open like talons
Binocular vision so alert
As screeching rubber thumps the tarmac

Decelerate adrenal glands pump
Undoing buckles my...Read More

Kill or cure alls of the mind are in the bottles,
with dual instructions, take at one’s own risk.
Swim in an ocean of salt, options one has as
the eyes burn, “I wonder what on earth is the matter.”
Relieving the symptoms of...Read More

Tic tok, is that a clock?
Counting down, familiar sound.
I think I hear the click’s as clear,
Faint resonance that’s carried ‘round.

A watched kettle never boils,
A memory will never spoil.
Another shock to breach this air, than
A ticking clock that’s somewhere there.

Clap trap,...Read More

In the Chronicles of time our love 
is written like a fine wine aged
with time.

A lineage of passion and adoration,
of cooing and wooing of love we
both hold near and dear.

It is the story of the dame and the sir.
A story...Read More