Heat lingering too late into fall,
the summer season clutching
holding on to strings a comin’
undone, unraveled in knots.

Blood lust and cheeks turn pink
and who will understand that?

She cares too deep you know, really
but attaches so rarely and falls,
well no that she can’t quite recall.

She, once lost and lonely
found it all since and only
less than a breath away.

Restless,
god I'm fucking
restless.

I was looking for you late at night
couldn’t sleep, that single drink
sitting heavy, breathing labored.

Face Flushed I thought my god
why are you still there, did I really
almost call and tell you to come?

And was it the drink really?
or the world and years of living
that sits on my soul?

Was it the drink or is it the offering?
That false thing any other
on your long list would take.

That thing I want for itself and
the myriad connotations it brings?
thoughts of it quelching fires,

the burying of knowing
I’m not where I want to be,
skin, not just any but yours.

I swear I almost called,
asked you to come.

Texoma

I
When you said you were going
there and if I had known you
actually known you, I would have
asked you to drive a ways further
turn down Cemetary Road,
throw a glance to the side
tell Robert his sister’s restless
though I think he knows.

II
Lay still brother dear for when your spirit stirs
mine in restless repose rears it’s head. We two
across the chasm finally are brother and sister
caring for each others woes and lost youth.

On meeting men…

Brush the soil away
Scratch the surface
see what gives
what deeply lay
in spirit and soul.
Yet aft a while the
meeting dost get old.

Idealistic Much?

When a dog get beat down
she get mean…won’t last long.
A lady now, she deal and turn
sweetly tempered smiles up
then in her heart cry alone
her strength a front, her
will incomparable, unknown.

I am solid in my standing
Je suis trop fort pour me retirer totalement.

Restless, almost shook
in a cool funk unfocused
driven, she gave way
to thoughts unfettered
and almost succumbed
to the breaking of it.
Promises almost come
undone but she recalled
the smell of death,
stagnation in the binding
of two so unmatched.
So she wait and see,
wait and see more.

She cared once too deep
little heart sore, body
callus in her immense
desire of flesh try for more.

In the weeks after Stevie Ray’s
death I walked in a bright white haze.
Met a man not quite right for me
but gave of myself unconditionally.

More than a year and a half has past
and I recall the day I saw you last.
Christmas Eve wasn’t it when I wore
my boots, your hat and little more?

Nine months since I walked away.
One full year and another birthday.
I settle into singledom resigned,
my mate unsure e're will I find.