back away and mean it

do not back away gently

it only makes it more ok

hidden in you, cloaked in honey sweat,

a mask of drained red wine.

yet i embrace the moment, clearly
dark gray to light blue to pink to light.

sky brightens tired eyes

gentle fingers slip down my side and find me.

do not back away gently,

it only makes it more ok

it only means now i know, it's a risk.

This is a path

with a lot of

trap doors

And sometimes

I can't see them all

This is a path

with a lot of trap doors

And sometimes

I don't know

how deep I am

This is a path

with a lot of trap doors

and there is no point in going anywhere

until I have a plan

evening hymn

The War in Iraq
is like a persistent alert
blaring like pre paid cell phone speaker music
from a high schooler exalted pressed against you like flypaper exterminating bugs...on the T.
No less... no more.

Internaly pumping, reminding me of my friend I got arrested with'
s Younger Brother.

-D-E-S-I-A-T-O that's his last name, for now.

He would have liked that.
Travis! No more everyone-told-you-sos
Just THANK YOU
for that moment you
trulyKept Our Blessed Nation Safe.

I'm glad they talked you out of college.

Peace is the prayer of the agnostic.

Night pavings

I have a short or non existant achilles heel, how poetic.
Pain has a new meaning with definition.
I'm rolling in herbaceous memories his head surrendering to my lap...
I'm in love with tear drops and shrugs.
'Night pavings', read the sign we passed in the dark, and I havent't left that road for good.