Playing around with the James taylor song "Don't Let Me Be lonely Tonight"
I substituted some new images into the lyrics.
Pour me peroxide,
pour me fresh squeezed,
Tell me flash fiction
but scan stanzas to tease,
Save streaked mascara
for the rising peach light,
And let me
be your crescent tonight.
Pay me plugged nickles, pay me with pearls,
Relax like my hands are soft as a girl's,
Save the lower lip for the brightening light,
Just let me reflect on you tonight.
Let me shadow your shoulders, pool the small of your back,
Unshutter your stories, part the blinds a crack.
Start your getaway car in the horizoning light,
But let me fill you
like moonlight tonight.
Meh, whatever. Good exercise, and maybe I'll keep a line or two. Or three.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
25 Random reasons I refuse to do a "25 Random things about me" list on Facebook
1. Because 25 isn't a prime number
2. Because the Holy Spirit is quoted 25 times in the Gospels, and I'm a not a Christian.
3. Because there were only Three Wise Men. (and I'm still not X-tian)
4. Because I would have to include the fact that I am hyper-ticklish, which I obviously don't want anyone to know.
5. Because the square root of 25 is 5 and the Pentagon gets too much love as it is.
6. Because I once lost a huge pot at an underground poker club on 25th St. to a guy holding the 2 and the 5 of Spades.
7. Because Abraham waited 25 years for the birth of his son Isaac and I'm not Jewish.
8. Because there are 8 notes and 12 tones in an octave and neither number divides evenly into . . .
9. Because my son was born on the 27th, not . . .
10. Because in Nascar Brad Keselowski drives the #25 car and who ever heard of Brad Keselowski?
11. Because 25 is the length of a Sacred Cubit in inches, and Solomon built his Temple 25 cubits high. (and I'm still not Jewish)
12. Because 25 is the atomic number of Manganese and who mines for manganese?.
13. Because there are only 13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
14. Because I got married when I was 25 years old.
15. Because "Y" is the 25th letter, so why should I? .
16. Because I only need 16 bars to rock the Mic.
17. Because 17 days is one of my favorite Prince songs.
18. Because contrary to what you may have heard, I'm not hyper-contrary.
19. Because 19 is the number of Allah, (although I'm not Muslim.)
20. Because I was 37 when my son was born.
21. Because Roberto Clemente wore number 21, not . . .
22. Because Barry Bonds does wear #25 and he's a liar and a cheat.
23. Because my birthday is on the 23rd, not the 25th.
24. Because the Prophet Muhammad was 25 when he married Khadijah. (Though I still aint Muslim)
25. Because there is nothing random about me.
2. Because the Holy Spirit is quoted 25 times in the Gospels, and I'm a not a Christian.
3. Because there were only Three Wise Men. (and I'm still not X-tian)
4. Because I would have to include the fact that I am hyper-ticklish, which I obviously don't want anyone to know.
5. Because the square root of 25 is 5 and the Pentagon gets too much love as it is.
6. Because I once lost a huge pot at an underground poker club on 25th St. to a guy holding the 2 and the 5 of Spades.
7. Because Abraham waited 25 years for the birth of his son Isaac and I'm not Jewish.
8. Because there are 8 notes and 12 tones in an octave and neither number divides evenly into . . .
9. Because my son was born on the 27th, not . . .
10. Because in Nascar Brad Keselowski drives the #25 car and who ever heard of Brad Keselowski?
11. Because 25 is the length of a Sacred Cubit in inches, and Solomon built his Temple 25 cubits high. (and I'm still not Jewish)
12. Because 25 is the atomic number of Manganese and who mines for manganese?.
13. Because there are only 13 Ways of Looking at a Blackbird.
14. Because I got married when I was 25 years old.
15. Because "Y" is the 25th letter, so why should I? .
16. Because I only need 16 bars to rock the Mic.
17. Because 17 days is one of my favorite Prince songs.
18. Because contrary to what you may have heard, I'm not hyper-contrary.
19. Because 19 is the number of Allah, (although I'm not Muslim.)
20. Because I was 37 when my son was born.
21. Because Roberto Clemente wore number 21, not . . .
22. Because Barry Bonds does wear #25 and he's a liar and a cheat.
23. Because my birthday is on the 23rd, not the 25th.
24. Because the Prophet Muhammad was 25 when he married Khadijah. (Though I still aint Muslim)
25. Because there is nothing random about me.
Sunday, February 08, 2009
Good Morning
If you were Frosted Flakes
I would spoon you slowly
until the bowl
contained only
your milky sweetness,
then tip the rim
and sip
one small swallow
at a time.
Then dart my tongue
into the curved
hollow of your bowl.
I would spoon you slowly
until the bowl
contained only
your milky sweetness,
then tip the rim
and sip
one small swallow
at a time.
Then dart my tongue
into the curved
hollow of your bowl.
Saturday, February 07, 2009
Turning the key that tightens the drum
RUMBLE (deep)
Nosing it
like a fragrant neck,
I run my thumb
along the hips
of a snifter of scotch.
My tongue glistens
in anticipation
of a half sip,
careful as
a first kiss,
then a pause
to let it pool
in the mouth
before a swallow
slow as wings
drifting on
the warmth
of an updraft.
I know how a finger
of moonlight
through the window
can taunt.
How a CD
can repeat
until it loops
into the DNA
of loneliness.
How a single malt
tries to build
its case
in the back
of the mouth.
I know too,
that what swirls
in this glass
is a whirlpool
with no bottom.
So give me
the moon's finger
on your ankle,
time
to silently
memorize the map
of your tongue
or huddle
in the hollow
of your heat,
listening
to the splash
of your laughter.
I dream of a path
that winds
down the coastline
of your spine,
But wake
to a wandering hunger:
awaiting the day
my tongue
curls like a wave
across the
soft beach
just above
your collarbone.
Nosing it
like a fragrant neck,
I run my thumb
along the hips
of a snifter of scotch.
My tongue glistens
in anticipation
of a half sip,
careful as
a first kiss,
then a pause
to let it pool
in the mouth
before a swallow
slow as wings
drifting on
the warmth
of an updraft.
I know how a finger
of moonlight
through the window
can taunt.
How a CD
can repeat
until it loops
into the DNA
of loneliness.
How a single malt
tries to build
its case
in the back
of the mouth.
I know too,
that what swirls
in this glass
is a whirlpool
with no bottom.
So give me
the moon's finger
on your ankle,
time
to silently
memorize the map
of your tongue
or huddle
in the hollow
of your heat,
listening
to the splash
of your laughter.
I dream of a path
that winds
down the coastline
of your spine,
But wake
to a wandering hunger:
awaiting the day
my tongue
curls like a wave
across the
soft beach
just above
your collarbone.
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