Warming up to the sensual murmur
of a predawn dream.
It was a wave troubled night
the cold-grizzles
bent thoughts into driftwood shapes.
She echoes,
her body heat can almost be seen.
Who she is, is a writhing question mark
beneath squeezed-shut eyelids.
An ******** pumps images into flesh,
an overused past simulates
composite likeness’s.
Erotic hothouse flowers bloom,
yet they are only skin deep
and wither too soon.
Legs are swung over a shipwrecked bed.
Head and face rubbed hard,
jaws chew air, shreds of brain fuzz hang
before they empty-out and fall.
Not turning the kitchen light on,
hands flat on the cold breakfast counter,
shoulder blades moving up and down -
still trying to shake her off.
A last image of her floating face down
in an unwashed coffee mug.
In a shadowy sink,
gently
I wash her away.
Little Genghis barks and rants
Mighty Kublai trots and pants
Everyone who passes by
Sees the doggies jumping high
In rhythm they leap and run
The little boys are having fun
Kublai friendly wants to play
Angry Genghis chases strangers away
Kublai mad at Genghis takes a bite
Genghis screams in painful fright
Like tiny grizzles without fear
They snarl and growl teeth a glare
Snapping leaping bodies collide
They move quicker than the eye
Suddenly Genghis will freeze and stop
Than almost as if he hops
Dances around like a clown
Licking Kublai to calm him down
Tails wagging they sniff and quit
Genghis hugs Kublai around the neck
The boys are happy and begin to play
The strangers are forgotten as they fade
That night they sleep side by side
Kings of the yard my little guys.
Grizzled drama
A cold dry early autumn enters in the only window
The kingdom of muse does not let me feel loneliness
as the pain to the bones
I wake up and fall to sleep in the darkness,
far away from sun and moon
I didn’t saw the stars as my kids for a season,
neither mum praying in eternity
Acid in the stomach and a frost in depth of the soul
do not let me die tonight
Hair and nails grow unstoppable
with the speed of light and nostalgia
Yellow heat leaves behind ash memory
and love rain equal to the ancient song
To the grizzles is added one act
and to a drama leaks reception,
creases and beards
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