the only sound
is the sparrows on
the balcony ledge
trilling to get
a fool’s attention
as he sits forlorn
electrifed needles
arcing across his
moribund mindscape
drinking coffee
wondering if this
is all there is
nothing to see
nowhere to go
and nothing to be
while the city snores
in fitful repose
the highway calls
going absolutely
nowhere at the speed
of manic desperation

fire licks my flesh
lavender tongues race
as i smolder alone
daydreaming of the salt
as i feast feverishly
trying to satiate
the desire blistering
my blackened mouth
as i explore divinity
tasting your quivering
form as you shudder
explosions rippling as
concentric circles
grow tighterandtighter
etching untold devotions
across your supple skin

silence drapes itself
lazily over the morning
smothering the frustration
of another day spent
with the phantom feel
of her in my empty arms
a lingering longing
for a lackadaisical love
left to languish in the
chill of her last good bye