Best Pestle Poems

How did a cherry kiss? Bitter flower petals with sweet pistils.
So laden they act as halos while we breathe the love
in a pink hollow, silence...

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Persistent Truth


Auburn I miss
A starvation of flames
Burns inside my eyes
Conflagration of ever present kiss
Soaks the emptiness
Saturates my veins inferno desire
Pounding pestle to mysteries mortar
In my...

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Wrapped ...
In dark wonder
Lost to the moon
In mists of madness

We ...
Are conflagration
You burn my blood
The fiery chaos, coursing

Molten forms in synchronicity
A libidinous engine, erotique
Revving inside...

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The Wandering Yogi 

From city to city, from every  town to town
Catching every smile to smile, every frown to frown.
His allegiance...

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Mighty Oak Tree, Its Acorns Fed Many
  (A Native American Food Source)

Hard-cast shell
flung down in Fall,
food for man and beast
nuggets of forested treasure,

Nature
sprinkles its...

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The Moon’s Yellow Eyes										
After: The King in Yellow by Robert Chambers 
					
Situations righted by the assassination in Sheepshead Bay (alibied with difficulty under earth’s single...

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Bouts of lightning flashes,swirls
And lightens up the pitch, black night
Of our neck of the woods
Tailgated by stealthy footsteps 
Of growling, grunting, moaning and roaring thunder,
As...

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Répéter Depuis le Début 
The Pink Studio, by Henri Matisse, 1911.

Perception fuses like melted rose quartz,
fuses on the lens of Matisse’s puzzled eyes
like the naiveté...

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pitter patter acid rain waxing hi-gloss
smoky sky-scratching monster coup
fearless hue self-out stabbing acrylic nails'
bond to black market sale-deal rape
indian tears too few to cleanse
the polluted...

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THE GRIEVANCE OF DEATH

It comes unannounced
With caloric and musty sour
Calls from far and near
Under unnumerous Canopies

Behold the upper chambers 
Swimming and bleeding
In white wet handkerchiefs...

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"We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are." Anaïs Nin







“Man Eating Flower” 



Voluptuous lips 
Velvet soft and slick
mouth words that...

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Whew! Here Goes One,
Parked At My Rectum,
Its Warm, Its Deadly,
I Can Feel My Face Sweat- Silently,
Oh What A Task,
No Excuses, As I Must-
Sensitively Reckoning The...

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Goes in hot. Comes out hot.
But this may be more than the casual student
Will want to know.

Mom’s grinding chilies for me in Modesto.
Red, green, a...

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morning breaks like a crack shot through bone
the needs are frightening that i must possess
this hunger in my womb

head out to trenches
crawling on concrete blood
tanks...

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If you draw your sword so sharp
To skewer me on a night so dark
Stop and ponder what might befall
If my words you chance to spall
A...

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