Why is it that all artists and poets,
are at their best
after sex
It’s a natural thing all enjoy
but still younger ones fake
while the elders do make
and
the artist puts his experiences at stake
then upon a canvas reveals
the artful deals,
as poets lament
but readers fail to comment
Oh! why can someone tell me?
the effect of abject nudity,
that energizes the human mind
more than subtlety

Death has come
And it isn't
By knife or gun

Dragged burned
And stabbed
What have I learned

Not bandage,
Injection or elixir
Can cure loves vestige

Anger is bound
To this hollow space
Where the heart isn't found

Love lingers
In a empty vessel
Feeling deaths fingers

Far down without light
Squeezing every ounce
Left of loves fight

Twinkling far above
Is a place of hope
Flying high as a dove

You looked through a keyhole
and saw the sun setting between rows of winter houses and bare trees
you were oblivious once
I was too

peaceniks lined the street
and we sang refugee songs

under the lamplight we searched for
keys to each other's imprisonment
we were blinded by the light
and read Molleire to medicinal plants
we grew to exchange truth for something
to eat and bite into, the moon was much younger
then....

" Valentine's Day,
this world is out of kilter,
and they, they are more than deserving,
for there is no god, no woven magic
and everything is permitted."

He hadn't always thought this way,
before the fire it was ten years old
and all is well.
He could still hear his father's voice
from the foot of the bed,
" This night, we are the deserving".
Both parents consumed, his older
brother too, and him