As you look at me

Our stares are locked and I'm just dangling,
In this moment we move rhythmically.
My face twitches that I fear I'm falling
Into your eyes. You stare curiously.

Icy blue points and there's simply no strain
They seem to be open down to your soul.
Oh cryptic optics, your gaze is my bane,
I'm so afraid they could swallow me whole.

Our time is up, we have to dress and go,
The same story dictates another lull.
Yet another season to reap and sow,
But your blue stare still burnt into my skull.

I am haunted by your gentlest glance,
Caught up in a moment of rushed romance.

Original Sin

You've said like rodents, I am unclean,
Unless drowned, new baby is a rat.
I say- Original Sin is obscene,
Or at best another thing to laugh at.

Every animal the noble savage,
More innocent than your Jesus so mild.
That you are naught but beast shouldn't ravage,
Any mind that is equal to a child.

Yet you pronounce in misanthropic hate,
No one is at heart, a good person.
In our evil your god can only be sate,
With guilt driven, slack jawed conversion.

In life I am only in love's labour,
You wield your shame like a wicked sabre.

Sudding With Science

Whenever I'm in the shower
I can't help but wonder
When I see my body,
As to the oddity I am.

Smarter men than I said,
That I'm part of some
Unbroken thread.
They say it streches
Back to the first living cells.

But as the jets hit,
And I feel them
On my naked form-
I know it goes further.
The metaphor goes
Much further back.

I know in a very eloquent way,
That I am the cooling remnants,
Of a dying solar cry.

I know that at the singularity,
Everything I am
Expanded with existence,

But as I stretch the line forward,
I know that nothing
That makes me, me
Will outlast my dying breath,
But that everything I am,
Will continue to the end of time.

I am that Unbroken Thread.

Perhaps I am woven into,
The linen robe of a madman
Spouting platitudes to the desert.

As he mouths words that are
Just air that pushes forth,
From some sanctimonious ass.
He's obscuring in a fog,
The beauty of our form

Though perhaps with this prosey pondering,
I am part of-
A thread in
Some silken
Full body
Veil-
Covering the awful nakedness
Of a self replicating existence.

But perhaps I am neither string,
Nor line,
Nor robe of linen.
I am just a man concealed,
Within no convering.
His imperfect shape,
Standing in his shower
With his brow furrowed once again.

Chili

I always start with tomatoes,
I don't really know why,
They drip all over the counter.

Maybe thats why I use a bowl,
And then they sit off to the side.

Around this point I start thinking.

I'll put on music
My head will bob,
But I'm not really paying attention.

My mind might note my knife,
As it cuts through another pepper,
Catching me,
Before I cut to my bones.
But maybe I'm thinking about you,

I'll hold my hand above my head,
And get a goddamn band-aid.

Jalepino or some other hot pepper,
Don't really know which
Contributes what flavour,
But I include them both anyhow.
I'm a creature of habit,
And scotch drinking ritual,
Then again you probably already know that.

I think its around the onions where
I realize how much of a chore
Cutting vegetables really is.
Though garlic is no easier really,
And you probably know, how much
I like a woman that loves it.

It's probably the tears.

Crying is weird.

I hate onions.

So the base simmers in oil,
Olive oil,
extra virgin-
I love the stuff.
It means it's time for the meat,
Always two kinds really,
Something ground up,
And something tangible,
Like sausage or prosciutto
I only vary on the details.

Everything is tossed into the pot
And I slather it in spices that,
You probably wouldnt' like.
It looks delicious really,
I'm almost saddened by it.
Because I could almost eat it now.

I'll put it in the oven anyhow.
It can always simmer,
Quite a long time more.

Clench Your Jaw

It's tohu va bohu,
Warrior's battlescape.
Steels crash-- as swords clash,
In this chaos, men cease.

The Soldier raging roars,
He's got a spear lodged deep.
Surreal still sticking out,
Just nine feet of his death.

Strong jaw, his teeth are grit,
There's still fighting to do.
He takes the haft in hand,
Steely tightened grapple.

A devil's strength he pulls,
Metal leaves flesh's hold.
The clock is running now,
Life's blood is dripping out.

Whether ideal or rage,
Throws death back to dealer.
It sails to find its mark,
Technical perfection.

Metal greets flesh again,
A penetrating point.
The killer's weaker heart,
Just cannot stand the blow.

Tick tock clock runs down now,
But battle rages still.
Thoughts of wholesome cliches,
They seem so dear and far.

Grasps his sword from the ground,
Pain's muddy implement.
Holding it to practice,
Pain screams, and so does he.

Charge.

Romance Sonnet #47B

Evening comes and I turn to what I've sought,
I'll meet your eye then we'll go hand in hand.
Our flesh touches the feelings burning hot
Pulses arching back! This woman is grand.

I can look at her face, travel the lines,
After all, I've seen them many a time.
The clock ticks on but nothing undermines
Our electric calm being so sublime.

Morning lights things I'd really rather hide,
All of my bizarre buldges and bruises.
Although, if I expected you'd be snide,
It's been years. I've used all my ruses.

I've denied our pretentious illusions,
These aren't just some dopamine delusions.

Take a Bite

Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright,
See through darkness deepest before the dawn,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.

Spiteful words spoken cruelly to incite
An honest man desperate for use of brawn,
Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright.

Learn to imagine- set minds alight,
Exhilarate adventure, breathless gone,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.

Beautiful woman naked in the light,
Joyful grunts gasping thursting curtains drawn,
Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright.

Move to wander, venture is never trite,
Only cowards never pass by their lawn,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.

The heart's beats too lovely to waste on fright,
Well travelled life suits ending in a yawn:
Fight and fuck burning incandescent bright,
Your hunter hasn't caught you in his sight.