Long Ear lobe Poems

Zero.
By which nothing is divided.
No zero
no negative
no opposite
no hope
no Adam, no apple, no marriage, no morning.
No mirror
no knowledge
no God, no soul, no ear lobe, no Iliad, no Odyssey.
No universe
no black hole
no zodiac
no hero
no mission, no...

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Blue – 
for your arm wrapped around
my clavicle. I thought
I would loose my breath.

Red – 
for the cusp of our hip bones
struggling to pull the drunken color
from our orange cheeks.
and our sweat, our sweat, our...

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Being sensual isn’t necessarily about sex.
I recall a night of such immense innocent delight
that all my senses -heightened- far exceeded
my teenage expectations of romance.

My sense of sight had already been triggered
from the moment I first...

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It was not that she was the only woman in the group, when mingling precariously beneath the bronze figure of William Booth, or her classic stance, when placing saintly, the newsprint covered bottle to lips...

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Lori (the shadow of a lighter poem)


Lori, I'm not in love with you, but I do think that you are pretty;
so with a pathetic chance to smile, I was willing to take your hand.
I could...

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I wake in a morning of your glory.
Your face so warm you hair all out of place.
I lie and listen to yesterdays story.
You talk with a sweet small voice.
I look at your words coming from...

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Sitting here, letting you run wild through my soul
Feeling you giving life a breath of exhale as If a soul has 
been awakened from dead
I breathe deeply your beauty, my intensity enticing even the darkness...

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Ned Kelly
DNA
Kelly DNA found
throughout the land,
and down around the
Dungle Bore,
Fred Layton had a
strand,
He had the Kelly
earmark, wore,
his descendants
Harpers, grand,
wore the Dan Kelly
type of ear-lobe,
that DNA had
planned,
If you look at Red
Kellys' brood,
they have the
lobeless ear,
distinctive breed...

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Madame Sosostris, the leaves are running away
With the springtime wind, into the University café,
Mr. Scogan, what prophesy of apocalypse do you bring?
The grass smells oh! so fresh and green
Budded with cupidity and sin,
In shadow behind...

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people who drop rubbish are so very very ignorant aren't they? BIN BAN BOOSH NOODLES AND CREAM.

Oh a lethargic tidal wave. Atomic power of circumference but dormant, hibernating, and still. But placing pineapple ears that...

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I’ve kissed you in the northern states;
I’ve kissed you way down south;
I’ve kissed you with my moist, warm lips
and with an opened mouth.

I’ve kissed you on the ear lobe;
I’ve kissed your little toe;
I’ve kissed you...

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I bask in your love
your warm and heated air blows softly upon my ear lobe
"My ear ring is gone as you choke and gasp for breath"

Your fingers glide slowly down my legs
your mouth so close...

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River chopped
Into rugged blocks
Of ice and powdered snow
Under a covered bridge
The tap of horse’s hooves overhead

Rapids froze in place, agony on her face

A boy growing tall in his sleep
Under the crisp white clean sheets
His daddy’s...

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The darling of my heartling
Could do no better acting
With a bouquet,
Like a valet,
He turned me all scarlet!
 
Armed with his old pen, he hid in his den
And wrote for me, love verses, just like a...

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Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling 
down your forehead.
I was following...

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Sudden rain brought me
under your umbrella
for the first time.
For the first time
you were so close to me
with your fragrance.
The umbrella was
not big enough
to cover both of us.
A raindrop was trickling 
down your forehead.
I was following...

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 Angel of mine, where are you now? Hours drift away like seconds as I

Lift my somber heart and head to the heavens asking, "why, oh why?"
In one moment, your tired eyes held my gaze;...

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Late Night

The woods in the fireplace is glowing embers,
promise nothing but an ending. In a yard a dog
bark to hear its loneliness, I tell it to stop it hears
me, curls up and goes to sleep....

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