Dance on the edge of the abyss

Dance on the edge of the abyss*

Life robust bursting 
In the speck of the cerulean
Ball
Some dance heads thrown 
back laughing along the
channel in silk slippers
Over rough and sublime

Strange to others 
Who crouch in awaited attack
Filled with frenzy of defense
Never aware it is wayward they 
falling into the abyss 
they so forever fear as
they settle for still feet 
whilst all recedes unmusically 
as the tide of their life inexorably pulls 

*just returned from a few days in St. Thomas - apologies

sparse internet service - wrote these on descent back into

NY - 

Falling Back

Falling Back*

Quite simple on falling to find 
The wayward path and once
Footed to attack in frenzy 
All suddenly strange clawing
With now rough eyes to
Find the channel to carry one
Back to the recollected sublime 
To the robust vividness of 
The shining ball bouncing
In casual elegance of the life
once well-lived 

*just returned from a few days in St. Thomas - apologies
sparse internet service - wrote these on descent back into
NY - 

it always began like this & One Bed - Two Worlds

#1.
it always began like this

the heat a steaming cover

the need to fling it off 

it always began like this

simple unvarnished erotic

tingling blood gorged rosy

gold glistening 

that stomach dropping rise

and dizzying swing over 

like a reckless child over

soft sweet grasses

in an endless field 

it always began like this

palpating, pulsating, persistent

promise of ever vividness

it always ended the same

done, pale, flat,  

finally at last alone, 

pulling off 

sticky sheets, pouring

laundry powders 

showering in melancholy 

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#2. 

One bed - Two Worlds 

Why do you always have to cry

Why does he not know

Are you melancholy

No, the world is rosy 

my path paved with gold

Your moods still swing

Really?  You fool 

I hadn't noticed my tears

Maybe one of the holistic powders

Perhaps a new lover

You look pale

I am nauseous

Maybe if I cover you

If you climb on me I will spray you with Mace

Remember when we lied in the beach grasses

That was not me you idiot! Probably a "fling" one 
of those that didn't mean anything - you, with the 
technique and romance of a stray tom cat!

I love these erotic moments don't you?

Who says this?

For Fabiola D'Antuono - It is all a carnival

For Fabiola D'Antuono

It is all a carnival

Is it not

The clowns

The lights

The ups

The downs

It is all a carnival

Is it not

The spun sugar

On your lips

The concentration

The gleeful slips

It is all a carnival

Is it not
On this revolving
cerrulean dot


It is all a carnival
Is it not 
And until closed
All we get to have got

For the innocents of Aurora Colorado, USA - 7-20-12

Sitting in the dark

Together

In the flickering

Light of

Free assembly

Until a fragmented

Mind explodes

All

With honor of and respect for the innocents murdered and injured and terrorized in Aurora Colorado-

let no one dignify this fractured bearer of death, pain and fear.

Poet Play and Whispers in the dark

Poet Play

Across the screen in flicks of wonder
swells the spray of poetic play

Born from the grittle of persistent leader
who with due gravity apologized for
a misspoken word this day

Here in land of Wordle where such
anomalies plant low lying trigger relishes
a daisy chain spreads a crack through her and himility 
weaving cool refreshment through this humid way

As all through the forest the queen bird
Wren calls claim in sweet pealed misplaced humility
Having sparked the sweet welcomed echoed refrain 
Tripped the trigger of low lying relishes
springing collective all in joy-full smiling embellishes 

Thanks for the fun :)

or on a bitter-sweet note....

in the flowing dark

With gentle


flicks he slaps her sweet dewy bottom cheek



As passion swells
they pull the covers against the spray

Pulled down by
gravity and grittle, implanted seed they pray

Hope pulls the
trigger on their empassioned relishes

As his chain of
stoicism springs a sudden crack spilling 

“I love you, I love you, I love you, I am sorry” he whispers
in the flowing dark

Himility gushes pouring hot and wet and true dripping in the
crook of her neck 

A wet refrain as he lays claim to their empty waiting crib

Their world shimmering in tears of impotent regret

Oblivion

Oblivion

In the ignorant spurn of time, each year spinning as balls of yarn toward eternity – they suck the rind, taste the sting on tongue and as focused as housewives hanging fresh laundry fail to notice the fall of subtracting days into the shallow open drawer of life. 

Happy 4th of July - May Our Ideals Fly -

Not an eagle - nevertheless - a lovely soar 

Red white and yes blue
Stirring sparklered envision
Same place different eyes