Ma'am, why did titanic sink ?
- they said even god can't sink it,
What happened?

First of all,
How dare you show your skin,
Do you want them to see-
Everything that's within,
Don't you know,
It's a blasphemous sin-
To say you don't agree
And that too with a grin ?
How dare you say what you want,
You talk about freedom-
One day it'll devour you,
Strangle you and haunt.
This book will decide your liberty
- dare you taunt.

when will i be able to look at a picture of you
and not imagine your mouth open
of all the things i would ask of you
this is the one thing i need you to answer
and answer me truthfully.
because this is the real torture.
this is the absence of your heat
this is real and bitter cold.
cold feet without your legs to stick them under
blue lips without yours to find
to draw from
this is the moment after
when your tongue collided with mine
for such a small fraction of a second
i could feel you fill me up

sitting gallantly in my rocking chair
gazing at hazy leftover scenes
I seek a thread,
a stitch,
a connection
binding and defining the whole.

I find nothing

but a slapdash circus of thrilling randomness:

non-sequiturs and cliff-hangers
dropped, one after the other,
into a roiling mess of "WTF?"

I am, it seems,
immune to the standard terrors
of chaotic change
so, with nary a druther
I conclude:

it has been grand
...touring life on the "No plan" plan.

manubrium
where the light catchs
in the spray of hair
like midnight
rushing in the wind

the snows arriving
sizzling on the hot
red tip
the press of the
rich gloss
on still youthful
lips
the promise of
midnight
glistening
cresting in a snarl
the cork paper
the brand name
the rose touch

coriander millage

the possessions
ghost lingers
like a liners wake
sleek and fast

trim lines
evocative power