Tenderness is her soft whiskers against my skin, precious is her nose near mine, She sits as I open two books read a chapter from each. Her kisses start my day.

Shield me keep me covered with protection I have grown weary of rain  

Scorpion pose, on the neck Feet thrown forward behind the head sculpted perfectly comet being tighten trucks next time

  Decades of Decay   Beaten Bloodied Blackened Broken   Rage Unchecked Hatred Unspoken   Together Trashed Rancid Rotten   Forever Lost Future Forgotten   ****A four square poem has four stanzas of four lines each, where each line is only a single word.****  

My doctor is a bore Frets like a mother hen The fuss? My weight   Who will deny me those late night raids in the kitchen while the house slept? those tippy-toe moments as I hear a door swing- pause silence Oh, dad, I just…

Dangle a nebula around my neck. I will carry her. I will carry you if you’ll let me. Take this white dwarf. No, take it. A gift. It’s okay to say yes. Lean on my rings. You are safe. Comet of the last decade will…

I’m just pissing in the wind over here

“Come in, she said I’ll give ya shelter from the storm..” – Bob Dylan I have never had much use for umbrellas keeping rain at bay as antithetical to a poet as sunscreen to a snowman I need no portable canopy except for thoughts let…

an urban contradiction of the sane and insane coexisting in an asylum called city by name   of a concatenation of smells expensive perfumes fighting sosorobia¹ body odor hiding beneath the aroma from mamaput¹²   factories belching pollution competing with paraga³-drinking drunkards- staggering is the…

her mind is a mystic umbrella protecting my soul from the raining pain of my past.