licking me, i'm tasting you

oh don't you worry
i'm packing up my boxes
runnning to your western vista
to lay my skin against your rocks

no hype or flurry
a long thought out route
peeling off my winter dress
to put my body in your mouth

slowing down to scurry
riding high to your ranch
bolting from the city beast
to wrap these legs around your branches

my love, my One
i never meant to leave you
my cradle, my dove
in this skyline i don't see you

my fire, my lung
my higher view
my balcony, my tongue
you're licking me, but i'm tasting you
you're licking me, but i'm tasting you

cardboard and gold

and while you're out there
making love to your wife
i'll be here writing
the soundtrack to your life

beginning with the bittersmoke
of your daddy's cedar pipe
tapering off
into a bleeding purple night

your beat box brain's
ashamed and soaked
drowing in the white
that over took it yoke

your democratic dreams
have lost their right to vote
falling from the look out tower
into the castle's murky mote

you think you're alone out on our own
closing your eyes to the one who will hold
brave overtones we're soft but we're bold
building our empires of cardoboard and gold
cardboard and gold

and while you're out there sharpening your knives
i'll be here humming the soundtrack to your life
sending the bees back to their broken hive
you don't need the sting just to prove you're alive

and while youre out there
making love to your wife
i'll be here singing
this world's alright
beginning with an overdose
of spectacles and sights
winding down with dusk's blurry light

you used to love

you used to love
with tumbling turquoise sea
satin gathered ruffles
wrapping the knee

the swooshing stance
of the venus faced willow tree
backyard pools
highschool poetry

crackiling sunsets
salt stained sea breezes
thumping dance floors
open skies and string bikinis

you used to love
with shakey scaffolding
glowing cable tv
boundary-less family
that piled like
home made jelly

you used to love. . .

sweet temporary

look at what you have
instead of what keeps leaving you
look at what you have
instead of what keeps leaving, leaving, leaving

they published the look you have her
printed an infinite edition
she'll scrub the price tag off
to reveal a clear rendition

of the love you breathed into her
on the counter tops in the kitchen
the pots and pans all watched
for the recipe of your kisses

look at what you have. . .

picking through the pawn shop
of your dusty thoughts
the film reels of your mind
are fearing dry rot

sir, i give and breathe
only for the one eye on top
like me, like me, like me or not

i'm down on heavy knee
take my family
please take all i see
sweet temporary

land locked fishes

he rode his dark horse across the open face sea
to the dolomite cliffs and the olive branched trees
in a rayon button down, pants rolled at the knee
saddle bags full, blueprints between his teeth

with sea as their haven
a liquid barricade
they separately waded
on opposite sides of the waves

king trit on
tried in spite
of the distance
to pull the two together
to rally the one eyed witness
to dredge up the rotten bodies of
the long forgotten ships
to bring the inner winds to emptiness
to resubmerge
the land locked fishes

salt soaked cliffs

________________________________photo christina poindexter

africa retracted her landlocked kiss
from the top of spain's
salt soaked cliffs
she said this closeness will be missed
dividing the seas with our isthmus bliss

he rode his horse hazily
through her tuliped field
hair pulled long, tossing the shield
that had weeded out the warriors
from the peaceman's passive yield
that shelled his vulnerable skin
from the hitman's shady deal

purging the poison
time turns the wheel
nothing here is real
nothing here is real

so slip back dear
slip back dear
the inevitable procession
of a fading mirror

africa retracted her land locked kiss

drink me instead (for ryan)

i'm finally home to find your bones
like a dropped receiver hung from its phone
the devil used the valves of your heart
to play blindfolded darts

all the furniture is pie shaped
all the furniture has been rearranged
like a bull's eye wandering off
we throw all our coins to hopeless lost causes
like a bulls eyes wandering off
we throw all our coins to hopeless,
hopeless lost causes

i'm the mark of the maker
the maker's kindest mark
engraving your paper
probing into your dark

do me a favor
don't piss on my bark
keep your lucid eyes
keep your lucid

throw out my back
rip my best skirt
you were sober when i left
the hot face of your furnace

tracing your closed eyes
the tilt of your skull's lead
the sogginess of your holy bread
i climbed inside your bottle
hoping you'd drink me instead

you'd pass out just the same
from love's shot to your brain
you'd pass out just the same
from love's shot to your brain

i'm the mark of the maker
the maker's kindest mark
engraving your paper
probing into your dark

do me a favor
don't piss on my bark
keep your lucid eyes
keep your lucid