life in the day of kissing

we’re always kissing.

we share a kiss first thing in the morning.

followed by a “good morning,”

even if it isn’t.

brushing my teeth

he comes in

and shakes my dick a couple times.

kisses my cheek and returns

to his oatmeal.

he comes back,

pisses with an evil grin and

flushes. he likes watching me

dance in the shower from

electric shock of scalding water

turning freezing cold.

i scream, “you son of a bitch!”

he peeks in and apologizes with a kiss.

i know he’s not sorry.

in the kitchen the dogs line up

to kiss me. each earns their biscuit,

and a scratching behind their ears.

i kiss my love goodbye and leave for work.

ten miles from home i can’t remember if we kissed goodbye.

he texts me we did.

i have a satisfied mind for the day.

driving home all i can think of is my tired bones,

mindlessly singing with dylan on blown speakers.

he greets me at the door with a kiss.

he says, “you hungry”

i’m starving. it smells great.

i kiss him for making my favorite.

hamburgers and french fries.

afterward he kisses me, rubs my belly,

“you get enough?”

i’m stuffed. i love his hamburgers.

and kiss him.

wednesday night is our favorite tv night.

we never miss wednesday tv night.

we record it because we always end up making out.

putting our tongues in each other’s holes.

finishing in each other’s pants.

i get ready for bed by going to the bedroom

to turn on the electric blanket.

we’re already naked. we sleep naked.

our kiss goodnight is always the same.

it has to be, that is the rule.

we kiss, we touch the tips of our tongues.

he kisses my third eye. i kiss his.

at the same time we say, “i love you.”

we have no need to dream.


i cannot ignore

this fog, heavy

as steel. eating

the trees. hiding

the sky. it abuses

my early morning

sun. scarlet tanagers

have lost their

voice. this ghost

confuses my

mongrels. their

highland tainted

grey. will my

heartbeat find

his way? will

his marrow heal

my dazzled eyes?

he’s the genesis

of my vigor. i

will not deny

his rain. my

retention of

the sonoran

is replaced

with floods

of adam’s ale.

i have

acclimated to

this season.

i mean no

disrespect to the


of winter, the

idle ways of

summer, or the


of the harvest.

i am happy

to breathe

this air, to

wait on this

weeping nebula,

to feed the

desolate embryos

of my beast.

Authors Books & Music OPEN READ Warren, Pa. 4/07/2015

too much teeth

blow indiana blow.

queer is your new

nigger. blow indiana

blow. policeman

shoots holes in the

black man’s face.

you castrated jesus.

blow indiana blow.

leave children in

the freezing cold.

bury your head in

mama’s pants. blow

indiana blow. blame

the poor man for

being poor. you’re

a god fearing mongrel.

blow indiana blow.

religous freedom

pacifies your steel

heart. sick man is

dying at the front

door. blow indiana

blow. i will sit on

your grave till i’m

sure you’re dead.

blow me indiana blow.


my organic


is planted,

hens are

laying eggs.

a cock is

crowing at

a sun

that pays it

no never mind.

old dogs

are wet from

morning dew,

romping free

in a forest

of sounds

and smells.

my civil war

has ended.

my feet

are dry.


has mellowed

my spirit.

my blood

has never

been so red.

my teeth

do not rattle

with empty

chatter. memories

have painted

my future

without pride.

anything empty

is bound

to be filled,

set free,

or left empty.

the sparrow’s

laugh will

eventually fade

from my ears.

tonight i will

sleep to

the song

of the little





i am back in the rain,

the desert air was dry.

dust storms made my

eyes bleed. thunder is

rumbling in my chest,

lightning is piercing my

heart. grass is sprouting

beneath my feet, crocus

are beginning to smile.

my dogs assure me winter

has passed. my cracked

finger tips have healed.

a rooster is singing to the

sun. critters are being born.

trees are dripping maple.

i am rich and famous. no

one knows. my judean

christian values are melting

away. i float on top of spring

time breezes. lavender clings

to my tongue. i have slain my

enemies. left them rotting in

deep dark graves. i fear

myself feeling nothing. i fear

not fire nor flesh. weariness

cannot find me. the weatherman

says three more days of this.

buddha died for my sins

god blesses the strangest souls.

makes the far away near and the

near completely disappear.

sometimes i’m sad i’m not there.

either the door’s locked, or there’s

no door at all. the old comes and

goes like loose change in my pocket.

it’s baptizing the dead.

the best part of my day hangs between

my thighs. bees always leave their

honey. it flows between my teeth.

he stirs my pudding.

sunflowers stare at me. trees

see everything. where i sleep

my forest satisfies me. animals

become stars chanting the heart

sutra. jesus died from friendly fire.

it seems so long ago, or yesterday.


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