+ America Walking -

A full year had elapsed

Since last we came to pass

Her whereabouts I possessed not a clue

Notably I took interest in the fact

That she now was working

At the venue whence first we had met

Those sandy, brown locks wavering

Accompanied by the most provocative lips America did see

Caused me to re-visualize assorted levels of elation

She was a walking religion

Yet fearfully she was in denial

Though judging by the way our eyes locked

Ultimately I sensed that still

Something was there…

+ Tourists -

Bad blood.
Yes, that's the substance
That appears to be touring amongst us
Stains of a silent vendetta
Howling against my cranium
Classically, such a rhythm dances
With a carelessly, continuous tune
Am I but an indefinite design
In this fearsome game?

+ Traffic Lights -

Discernment often resembles a fable

When translating the language composed by women

As tantalizing as these creatures may be

Various medleys of gestures so fallaciously are given

On certain occasions it appears that

One’s efforts have been green lit

When so suddenly red flags are discovered

Dancing amidst the clouds

Gradually the entire project

Grows to be eminently disheartening

Women, the puppeteers that they reflect,

Behave as if the universe

Is a vaginal duplication

Although society may deem that laughable

The results of such callousness

Quite strangely are familiar…

+ Blackberry Mascara -

An unsound disorder takes host
In a body for years I’ve loved
Memories becoming all but ghosts
Cell by cell with blackness she rusts

In each vessel of her sclera
In each fold of her fine vocals
In each tear of her mascara
The feat of a smile totaled

From a world all but brightening
Living in walls crafted by fear
Each breath, a scream of lightning
New evenings; old muscles speared

The feat of a smile totaled
Amidst an eerie, white speech
In each fold of her fine vocals
A desire for love beseeched

Anna IV

Three nights ago

I spotted the two of you chatting

In motions resembling amplified speed

Away my eyes were taken

Over such a cheerless duration

An unwanted grievance was composed

In that moment

Quite freely I collapsed

A bite of envy monopolizing my bones

As throughout this war of longing

You escape with innocence

Ignorance made love

To the space between us

Adjusted to the scenery

There I stood---

Staring---

Just staring...

Anna III

Of all things to have existed
by herself --- a black & white picture ---
classically she scattered…

Her eyes were marked with great hunger

The sweltering fierceness of sudden temptation

deepening with each passing glance

Each moment in which she would speak

Set fire to the congregation

As beneath our feet the earth crumbled

Though from the blackest corner of the room

Nestling was an appetite ever so carnal

As If We Were Weapons 3.0

In the midst of such colossal consumption
The mellow sound that was your body

Dashed by as hurriedly you sought
A proper though comfortable seat

Within three winks you had discovered
A suitable spot by I

Ooh… no lie could be composed
Concerning those fair ankles of yours

It was then when I had begun to experience
A luxury that was almost monumental

So suave and rhythmic
The way in which the edge of your breast
Brushed my skin…

Now my hands shall always wonder
How such a fine artifact would feel
If ever it were to rest within my palm…