Untitled

ALIVE
in fumes
from a gas station
stirring senses
with the breath
of a world
a billion years
DEAD.

5-7-5 (take two-hundred-and-seventy-four : jazz)

let my fingers play
major chords along your thighs
improvising jazz

Duet

she takes me like her violin
and I gasp out the notes
breathless scales
as her fingers dance
upon my tensioned senses

One Minute Rhyme Untitled As Yet

I think sideways
up and down
back to front
the wrong way round
when I focus
the world’s unclear
white noise static
is all I hear
unless of course
my thoughts review
the sensations
that are born of you
then, it’s as a veil
lifts instantly
and each sense succumbs
to clarity