Run Away

Run away

to hold onto the sanity

I still possess, deep within my body human.

Run away

from the poisoned gassy stench

of the rotten corpse of civilized society.

Run away

from the vulture's gold-plated beaks

tempered in the congealed bloodflow of their design.

Run away

to find my primitive kin

squeezing out of the quickly closing talons.

Further

further out

I keep traveling ... or being pushed

I don't know which

further out from

the centers of disillusion

and deceit, and dastardly vanity

further out to

my own big bang

dissolving back to natural

chaos.

Skinny Dip

Sultry, still swamp air - blanketing her skin

heat opening pores - sweat, nowhere to go.

Forming rivulets - showing where it's been

Before she jumps in - she tests with her toe.

Goodnight Moon

The moonrise for the past three nights
       makes my inner lunatic tremble

for it's beloved

       spilling into the cold swamp night air

thrilling with her reflection

in the shallow black

water

A Cup Half Full Can't Spill Over

The time was getting close.
She hadn't looked at the clock, the timing wasn't clock time. Besides, it would be rude to watch a clock while family and guests enjoyed the affluent spread of food and wine she had laboured over, filling it with genuine love for them and love for healthful consumption of nutrition and camraderie.
She'd soaked in it all day.
The sounds of her busy crockery and blazing hearth fire echoing off the the kitchen's tall ceiling, the tidal rise and fall of conversation buzzing from room to room, feeling the familiar touches as people came to look over her shoulder and steal a nibble.
Watching the satisfied faces around the warm room, contentment faltered.
It always did.
The fathomless hole groaned and stretched inside her chest, waking and demanding to be fed.
A rise of ebullience in her belly made her pulse flutter and her insides contract, with thoughts of what was to come.
He was out there

The Gamble

There once was a place called America
Where honest hard work would take care of ya
They all got sold out
Lost all of their clout
By gambling their dreams on suburbia

Phermonal

Apocrine glands

soaking skin

with ethers of passionate anticipation.

Scented soley for attraction

Tasting of evaporated salination...and sex

defines the emissions of a truly sacred source

recognized instantly, yet incognisant

Squeezed juice

of the enteric vine

the only thing truly inherent

If

If I slid my energy

into your wet, warm mouth

and caught your tongue

you would spill your secrets

across my glistened aura

like silvered globules of joyous relief