I don’t know
I don’t know
I keep thinking and thinking
Thoughts revolting
Emulsifying
Into one
With questions left to ponder on one
With more than one answer
But yet I can't find the key to them all
Which one should it be
The less aching one?
I don't know
Because wouldn't that be my answer to these questions?
My comfort? My ease? My solution?
My calmness? My question left to answer?
I don’t know
Should the answer be those that discomfort me and leave me thinking if it was the right choice?
The key fits
But not within me, so what is the answer I'm looking for?
An answer that just doesn't comfort me but is the solution to all my problems
I am the only one with answers to these problems, my problems, but yet not one fits.
The sea of thoughts has yet to reach its limit but yet does it have one?
I don't know
Is there even an answer to these thoughts filled with questions, worries, and aching in my heart and head
I don't know
Should that be it
, I don't know
I
Dont
Know
It was midnight,
solemn residue in the moonlight
inched along the staircase shadows began to sway,
a flickering of candlelight
resting in sensual delights
my eyes pondered the unseen vision at play.
An image unimaginable, my scenario scenes
innate desires that rose somewhere from deep within
this wanton daydreamer dreams
the lustful love caress waiting to begin.
Without a gown, un-coiffed locks,
a humming raptured purr un- dressed
a vision memorialized in the silent stillness of the night
slow and methodical,
content with her tease egress
descending toward my body in unspeakable delight.
Hovering and suddenly exposed by the gloaming
my foot halted held in gravity's laws
emulsifying the first step as I paused
a mere image of the night stalker's roaming
the silkened cat's meow revealed her claws.
for John Lawless
Nude- descending a staircase
Let's cut our hair
locks lopped off in hopes of
style and convenience
only because everything in the media
had announced it so
to look one of two ways
stupid or not
the dichotomy of breathing
intermixed with thinking
a miscreant's
entreaty
based upon the logarithm of dog drool
of other's crisis mind fux=
a cute bob with fringe
perhaps, a beehive to capture errant thoughts
in clouds of hairspray
like ricky lake eating more cake
like the earthy done shaky
like prickly pear sports shake
like trickling ear sweat bakes
like a crepe
just spend the time
emulsifying the generations
tell stories, freak out the other one
basically, have fun