Lemonade

The summer heat fell
pinning my chest to the floor.

My thoughts stagnated
but I held one clean image.
The romantic cool sip of lemonade.

Ice clinking in a glass, a clear heavy cold glass.

Not like the blue and white plastic that held my Kool-ade.

It was blue as well.
I could feel the dies coating my lips and tongue and throat.

But then everything clung to me.
A mass of sweat, oil, and blue Kool-ade

I laid on the floor thinking of
my lemonade.

October

Pumpkin Patches turn me on.
Those big orange asses,
sweet like sex to me.
Split them open, Scoop their mush with my spon.
Glossy Goopy Fibrous Mesh...
A spongy sparkling web
holding those white perfect salted seeds...
I eat them by the handful if you ask me nice.
And that smell
So rich and dank.
Unpleasant with its' confrontation.
So bold
so strong
so musty
Inhale to feel its' hold
exhale it before it controls you.

OCTOBER
Autumn brings the pumpkin whore.

Quiet

"Quiet...Quiet...start simple" she said holding my hand in hers.
It wouldn't move.
My fingers frozen by her words
they just laid there limp
not even trembling.

"Just a little more keep the lights on this time"

She dumped it on to her lap.
The hand
heavy and dead
It slid deeper than I wanted to go
would have gone
hoped to go.

But weighted
it sank into her and she let out this sound.
a sound that made me ache
buttermilk smooth and warm, wet and delicious.

Brick

It wouldn't be about her,
it never was.

The others were lost in themselves
not really knowing what they needed to fill that hole.

She came to them
a weak point of insertion,
wedging her thoughts between their well conceived plans.

Even if she cut close,
hit a bone
bit deep for a moment
no outward facade would be scarred.
They were too well built for that.

Leak

She struggled to keep it
leaking from her hands
tiny drops
pooling in the creases
dripping over her palms
running to meet the ground,
and there
it was gone.

Erased and confused with the rain,
and the rich black mud.

Fertility

in a viscous pile of her thoughts
in the seed that fell hours before
in the seductive cool puddle in the dirt

She could still taste it.
Her life had been wasted for this moment.

Bitter smells of nitrogen life

Violation

Sweet wifs of decay

Harmony

The rain
enhanced and corrupted for her somehow now.
All of it was
Tainted

Holiday Jell-o

When I finally reached the bed my body sank,
filling the ergonomic wells I had created on other nights like this one.

The springs eventually resisted to support me,
but my spine crumbled next.
Clicking out of place
Slipping like a worn gear.

Face down

I could feel the beads of my back pool at the bottom of my stomach
sitting with undigested meals and fat,
like cherries dropping to the bottom of a holiday jell-o.

Lint

I like the way you feel in my hands,
small, soft and weak.
I catch you and hold your squirming body,
and I am happy.
Those eyes of yours look up to me.
Asking so many unreal questions,
and I laugh.
I want to keep this moment forever.
So I fold you and wrap you in paper,
and slip you into my pocket to stay warm.