We all know that feeling. The one that we don’t want to end. The one that’s so satisfying it’s intoxicating. It starts subtle. Sometimes, it involves thoughts. Thoughts you wouldn’t dare share with anyone. It grows through your entire body, screaming and scratching through every single nerve ending. It spreads slowly, burning down every narrow passage and every inch of your skin. Your entire body is on fire. You feel it growing and growing as you inch towards your finale. It bubbles up, boiling to the top until it overflows. It flows over the edge, violently and satisfyingly. It flows and flows, releasing every tension in your body. The release is the greatest feeling, toxic, infuriating, invigorating, and all so inviting, making you want to feel this feeling all over again… The Release.
“Friendly Fire”
I was writing
when death came
like the sound of
clouds cracking open
the sound like all 4
horses, hooves kicking
in windows, stenographically
speaking like a scream,
my world shattered, the sound
like wanton sirens piercing
the unassuming quiet,
my hands were on fire then,
the keys melting into
the nerve ending of it all
as I punched holes
in the air like some
ticketmaster casually
strolling aisles married to
time racing petulantly
on some
runnaway train
I passed windows
that were not open
with my belly
in my throat
I heard the whisper
of it all
the soft banter
as I fell through
the floors
"you know",
they say,
"friendly fire,
this has happened before"
last thoughts
as I tap it all out
dancing through it all
like a fountain nibbed
sword
I am my worst
enemy
but then,
aren’t we all?
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
I don't question
my presence in a Jacuzzi
with a girlfriend of a friend,
or why my ex-wife's sister
is now a soapy fingered hand-maiden.
All day I keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream
as it plays-on
on the tip of every nerve ending.
I so wanted to sink back
into dream suds.
I have this crazy itch to snorkel down
to where I can touch the erotic life
of all things wonderful.
all day i keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream
as it plays-out
on the tip of every nerve ending
i do not question
my presence in a jacuzzi
with a
girlfriend of a friend
no
i sink back
into suds of impossibility
all day i have this itch
to snorkel down
to touch
the secret life of ripples
When you Sing to me is another
way to seduce my mind,
sending every nerve ending up in my body
like ringing of an alarm
Your voice, It’s like an aphrodisiac causing me to crave,
oh how I crave Wanting you in my bed
so we can have sexual escapade
My heart is throbbing and I’m feeling you,
oh yes I’m feeling you
And I moan in your ear Yes My WOOBIE,
Yes My WOOBIE and that will ALWAYS
happen when you SING TO ME
I don't question
my presence in a Jacuzzi
with a girlfriend of a friend,
or why my ex-wife's sister
is now a soapy fingered hand-maiden.
All day I keep adjusting my mask
while secretly watching that hot tub dream
as it plays-on
on the tip of every nerve ending.
I want to sink back
into suds of impossibility.
I have this crazy itch
to snorkel down
to where I can touch
the secret life of ripples.
Poetry…
Conduit
Of the truth
Speaker
Of the almighty
Silence
Last synapse
Of a feeling
Lost
Nerve ending
Of a forgotten
Dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Poetry…
Conduit
Of the truth
Speaker
Of the almighty
Silence
Last synapse
Of a feeling
Lost
Nerve ending
Of a forgotten
Dream
(Villanova Pennsylvania: May, 2016)
Nerve ending fuse,
emotional dynamite
The spark of betrayal
—lit by a friend
(Villanova Pennsylvania: August, 2017)
You seduced, you stole, you exalted, you annihilated,
You elevated, you decimated, you connected, you sucked me dry,
You opened me up, you closed me down,
You delivered me to ecstasy, you devalued and discarded me,
You were sensual, you were sardonic,
You made my heart smile, you tore out my soul,
You put me on a marble pedestal, you stoned me with your vicious tongue,
You bathed my heart in liquid gold, you buried me in quick sand,
You crowned me as your princess, you burnt me at the stake,
You were my prophecy, you were my satan,
Your hands knew every inch of me,
You tore out my essence and trampled my boundaries,
You pledged unity only with me, you cheated,
You held me tightly in your arms, you suffocated the life out of me,
You cast, you hooked, you netted, you feasted,
You made every nerve ending shiver deliciously,
You became my nervous breakdown, you were my divine intervention,
You disconnected me from my higher power,
You were luminous, you illuminated, you are an illusion.
You loved and yet you didn't.
Because love is real. And you are not.
HEMISPHERIC RUMBLINGS
Lightening that flashes between two hemispheres
Hail falling in droves behind the eyelid’s curtain
Showered hair standing up in precipitation’s fight
Each nerve ending sharing primordial foreboding
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MIND MUSCLE
Steroid cocktails, metallic flavor, Viagra rush;
Mind numbing mush!
Sightless vision, cloudy comprehension, silent violence, whimpering misogyny; a blood-curdling hush…
Nervous perspiration, brain freeze, lactic acid rush; Gray matter atrophy flush! Dissipating oxygen accompanied by synapses firing twinges!
Amnesiac causing binge; constricting pyro nerve ending singed; Ascend to the black hole rush…
Epidermal twitches, vitamin E glitch, inhale and exhale switch, Marauding biceps, involuntary tick…, Bulging disc, brain-teasing peroxide, attention deficit; Word nerd… Hard body… Flex and discern… Secret genius…?
Mind Muscle...
Melvin “Chief” Lars 2/23/04 2:10 pm
Tell me that my lips feel the most like home
and that when you're alone
it is me you think of.
Tell me that my hands melt over your skin
like candle wax drip.
Tell me that when you are scared
you close your eyes and I protect you.
Do you know that the most comfortable I have been is settled beneath your skin.
Now tell me why you cry.
Has anyone ever asked you that?
Has anyone ever begged to understand you deep inside of your soul?
Does anyone long to know your favorite color?
Tell me it is the shade of blue my eyes turn when we make love..
Tell me about your scars.
The ones that mark your skin..
and the ones that mark your heart.
Tell me about your first kiss.
Did it leave you breathless?
If you think about it hard enough can you still taste it?
Your first heart break...
You know the one you would never get over...
tell me about the day you did.
Now tell me about the first time we made love
Was it everything you had previously dreamed of?
Did every nerve ending come alive
and did everything melt inside?
When you came
was it like your first time?
Did you look down at me
me looking up at you
and my eyes
were they your favorite shade of blue?
MINI METRO – CHEVROLET MATIZ
Sat in the back of a car – Mini Metro or Chevrolet Matiz –
just waiting for the crash. My crash part of our crash.
Pulping my flesh, tearing skin, crushing bones.
Severing my head as my unbroken left arm twitches –
nerve ending! At my eyes’ last sight.
Mini Metro comes to rest on its side, petrol pools and burns.
Other car gently rocks on broken axle.
All die with perfect, mechanical precision.
give me some innocence
just a little silken touch
soft as the inside of your mouth
and slow as half frozen creeks
I want to feel every nerve ending
light up under my touch
I want to excite your senses
with the weight of this experience
this is a small bone from my neck
I want to belong to you
this is the lining of my heart
I want to be yours
and I wish
I wish I was still seventeen
and oh, how I wish
I wish we were all still velveteen
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