Long Gooseflesh Poems

open …
I keep my eyes open
to watch you as you kiss me
to think on all that you are thinking
all the carnal thoughts that
might be stirring behind those lids
our lashes so close …
like little feathers that...

Read More

Fixed atop the crag, she stands with sapphire eyes that pierce the foggy gloom
I toss her raven locks about and whisper softly through the intoxicating silk
Gooseflesh rises on smooth, alabaster flesh as I turn again...

Read More

The finch dances merry, weaving feathers into music
That spills from overeager beaks and drips light onto slick wings 
Which beat in time with the song, fluttering, flittering, 
Finding life in the sky and where the...

Read More

Sun shining 
Warmth spreads over me
Gooseflesh covers my arms
I close my eyes 
Inhaling deeply the scent of the sea
Looking up I watch as the waves crash around the rocky shore
The clouds roll in
I can smell...

Read More

All of a sudden, the town sort of changed,
As though the years had heaped all their dust in one go,
Reshaping the atmosphere and structure,
Erecting a darker, more feral architecture.

I sat on a bench in the...

Read More

When I’m feeling undersized
Feeling something is out of commission
My hair on my arms start to boost
Bringing my goosebumps upon my skin

When water becomes gooseflesh
My goosebumps rise with no distress signal
My body starts to shiver
Like there’s...

Read More

Does the hair ever stand up on the back of your neck,
When you walk through the Desert alone?
Do you ever feel like someone is out there?
Or perhaps something unknown?

Do you feel like someone is watching,
When...

Read More

I’ve met the slow White hound
I’ve heard his haunting howl
prowl through November air
I shook his frigid paw
that came when bones were bare.

A gusty, spectral thief
of moments far too brief
his whispered pants enticed
and plumy tails left...

Read More

I can’t think.
Can’t get my thoughts
To stop their frenzied waltz
And line up once again
In a straight pattern,
One after the other,
The way they used to 
When everything was still
So goddamned simple.
I can’t effing think.
If my shattered...

Read More

I am hearing the monks again
Their silent screams in the streets of Saigon
I thought they would leave me alone
But I am haunted by their aura
The bamboo vipers 
And the smile of the tigers
Deep in the...

Read More

I roam through this forest of vibrant hues
Lush plants of bright greens 
Deep shadows of blues

I amble along at contentments pace
Soft moss on bare feet
Dreamy smile on my face

No sense of urgency swallows my steps
I...

Read More

As if with time I happen to see
a fruit of man's tempted fate -
for quiet words, deeds I seek
and a fruitful life the past ate.

As if Boreas gives gooseflesh
to my kindred sensitive soul,
as if balsam...

Read More