GRATEFUL 2D

Don’t cry for me, Muddy Waters

I’m not gone

Swallowed or transformed.

I’m just takin a stroll

to the dark side.

Into the mirror

past ripples

Blue lamposts.

Strangers in scarlet

Brick walls and acid tone.

Uncle John and me

seek out a mellow spot.

Don’t cry for me

I’m in black Muddy Water.

Wet to the waist

and it’s steadily rising.

Passed and out

too far away.

I’m swimming in shadows

Entangled in

Dark and mysterious webs

of 2d deception.

reflections are backwards

this world of glass.

Inside is out

I’m in it,

but on the outside.

Don;t wait for me.

The music is leading the way.

It fetched me, stretched me

sucked me in,

wound me up and

demanded

“repeat”

Stretch me, squeeze me.

I twist, I curl.

Swirl and pulse

bop to the top

and stop.

Back on this side,

take a break

at the station,

a moment of peace

and inspiration.

Don’t cry for me Muddy Water’s

There is fire on my mountain

sugered melodies in my heart.

My bright smile

will guide me

all the rainy way home.

CLOCK TALK

It’s 6:30 now, and time is ticking.

The shiny face is blank,

but for

pieces of day that navigate their way through the night.

Tell me, have we reached the hour of truth?

when the bell in the town square rings out loud.

Black bird sings the sun over the hill.

transparent swords pass through window panes,

and prick our naked bodies

exposing everything.

Until then lie with me.

side by side

tangled limbs, limps and spent.

your cello chest breaths hollow,

and ticks a deep beat

you whisper of love

through wisps of hair.

tell me of your strange adventures

your fight to finish the 360 degree’s round

not stopping for lunch,

not losing a second.

Your trip tomorrow.

a steady step

always sixty one second ahead

the wonders that await you

when light returns.

My favorite, the encounters with today.

The instant, now.

Metronome meters,

the beat ticks

on and into the silence.

I love our secret encounters

to lie by you

play your game.

I hide behind you

and we proclaim it “half past”

BODY BUFFET

There are angels in my cheese fondue.

In a crowded room, where hope….

for love

a love for life,

Brushed passed shoulders.

Awkward smiles.

Dinner party conversation

“what wonderful fondue”

A distant stare, and

caught

in the act, his nice butt.

The angles in my cheese fondue

drip from my fingers

explode on my tongue.

The tears for beauty

break with budding hunger.

Drowned in digestive juices

and forgotten

soon after the orgasm.

In a crowded room

the smell of sex

rides hot on breath

flavoured milky.

and my angels

weave lactose webs

of melted cheese.

They lure her closer,

tempt her

till the exquisite taste brings her begging to the bowl.

To bad she doesn’t have a mint

I’ve had my eye on her all night.

about big orange shoes

twinkle toes

and big orange turbans

Rickshaw runners

Flip Flop

Slippery skin

shrimp in a tree.

Sea food gone green.

Chai tea and me

say “good Morning”

I wave to the day

Hello sandy sea

Constantly changing

Crach over crest

Running up and along

The big orange shore.

The sea once swam here

but not anymore.

All that remains

two large dunes

lke

Big orange shoes

Tabla tumble and trip

an ear skin tickle beats.

like train rides

a trance

a mid winter dance.

Solstice in the desert.

we move like devils

by flicker of firelight.

Enchanting snake eyes

Stare, from the face of a camel driver.

He fixed me Thali

Tasty and hot.

Then rode to Pakistan

He passed me by

on a big orange camel

and smiled.

He touched my heart

that desert stranger,

and disappeared.

Leaving silence and sand

and sand.