This one is dedicated and inspired by my friend Roy Levosh.  You put the idea in my head about being in the chair, under the gun, getting a tattoo.  But in writing this, I realised it is also a great little analogy for what we do in the name of getting and staying fit.  Hope you enjoy it.

 

Today it hurt,

As it will tomorrow.

Pain is our bodies way

Of saying,

 

“Enough is enough!

Time to take it easy.”

 

But sometimes pain ...

Marry me todayand bathe this momentin golden hope promise that you cannot live without mejust as my heartknows this truthfor me light our unity candle with your adoring gaze let us embraceexchanging whispersas we sway to a songthat only we hear and when we’re apart walk through your daywistfully awarethat you are incomplete and meet me back here at this spotand speed my pulseand gladden my soul just say yesand forever starts right here marry me todayand e...

As elusive as the mystery of that rattling sound under the hoodof my ’79 Aspenis poetry. Auto mechanicslike poetssee how everything should fitand can discern a perfect specimenimmediately but I’ve no formal schoolingin anything artistic. I tried writing poemsplaysessaysand jokesfailingin predictableunremarkable waysas the self-taught often do. This all startedas a way to soothemy lifelong sadness. I made myself little toys to amuse myselfand take mesomewhere ...

I love the days of me and my girlIn the sun watching clouds unfurlOr on the couch watch a favoured movieLaughing and loving being togetherly I love the nights of my and my girlPlaying the bend and stretch and curlFeeling the love between our skinLetting the cooling sweat soak in I love the mornings of me and my girlBedsheets and hair turned in a whirlDizzy with dreams had of each otherOf enchanted lands, lives and lovers I love these times of me and my girlThe seconds, minutes, ho...

Skid Marks My compulsionas I drive on the highwayis watching the black skid markson the road ahead of me. I fight the absent-minded impulseto follow their aberrant trajectory. Hypnotizedmy eyes followtheir smooth arcsand abrupt sooty endsand I wonder what was what the driver was thinkingjust before it happened. Some trail off the roadin tight, unpredictable curveswhile others fade gracefullysuggesting a narrow escape and some lead nihilistically willfullyinto cement wall...

The world is out there

But this room is a comfort

The box glow keeps me warm

And I feel safe here, inside

Pictures from out there

Make me paranoid, checking the doors

I don’t want anything in here

Giving rise to my insecurities

 

So don’t come knocking

Cause I won’t answer

I might say I’m going away

But do I really mean it?

 

My world is encapsulated

In the cotton wool of possessions

Too much is never enough

To ...

Don’t oversleepdon’t curse the alarm clockdon’t wake up the others don’t go to work without shavingdon’t wear that tie with those pantsdon’t leave without kissing her goodbye don’t drive like a maniacdon’t get in an accidentdon’t be late to the office don’t be unproductivedon’t go to non-work-related websitesdon’t daydream about sex don’t skip lunchdon’t eat any trans fatsdon’t talk to a...

Strolling throughthe church courtyardI passed the purple flowers and suddenly a host of butterflies appeared and swirled about mein mad abandon. This floating laurelof fluttering wingssurrounded meand became my retinue. As I walked among themI heard them singing: “Glory to God on high!King David has returned to us!” I did nothingto dispel their myth as I stepped into my carand drove away.

I hate poetry.  I always have.

It is uniformly horrible, like a song without a tune, just words without meaning and emotional fervour without a story to give it purpose.

Poetry is the lowest form of prose. With it, any moron thinks they can pen something truly remarkable. They think that it makes them clever, or witty, or a tragic and sensitive soul who needs a hug, a punch or a lover - all three if you're paying.

I will be writing in rhyme until I feel

that ASaxyGirl has made a fair deal.

I wish she would take things for what they are,

not shove me in the trunk of a car.

Maybe I used a word with a different connotation,

for stating my opinion should I need a notation?

If she feels wronged,

must the matter be prolonged?

Say it to my face,

so that all over JU I do not need to race.

Don't hit me with a mace,

say it to my face.

I can value her thoughts,

but must she tak...

Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE I stood framed in your doorway,arms like Samson side-to-sidebraced against the collapseof fragile resolve. Warmth and apprehensionsettled easily into my stepand when I finally reached youI found I was holding my breath. You were so peacefulin your cloth cocoonthat...

You are truly alone
when you are a godling among men
THERE is no one on this planet who can understand this becoming
the rending of flesh and thought
this emergence from the quagmires of humanity into the light


How am I to contain these visions?
The flesh wants to run from the truth
OH, God... some days it feels
as if my legs will buckle from the effort
of getting out of bed in the morning
my thoughts are steel heavy hardened forged in the fire of God
the weight is more than I e...

 

we are at war

we must not forget this sacred vow to our blood
not for one fucking second!!!!

Beauty like a vacuum

Sucks the breath out of me

I can't look at her

She's too bright to see

Tangled dark on her head

It's a sweet abyss

I'm captured forever by her

Brilliant, radiant bliss

 

Beauty like a dagger

Piercing my skin

Etched in the flesh of my heart

A tattoo of my sin

I can barely see her

She's a flashing star

I'm caught in her gravity

Destined to circle her from afar

 

Beauty like a parade

Dazzling pageantry

I ca...

nowwe hold hands at the crosswalkto the library, we lace fingers and laughabout stupid question girls and no-namedouche-bagsher presence dispels the lonelinessand brings light like dawn over misty mornings thenI lived in a different world,before herI wanted something we all need(I knew not that I needed it) our hands togetherare a blessing, an upliftinga cure for the cold and the storm I am alone no longertwo whole years spent gloriouslynot alone