PRAYER TO CUPID

I’ve torn and burned the letters
I wrote to lovers;
Lovers physically, lovers mentally,
Lovers who left my life,
Fear their drive.
Clearing the way for
my heart to open
To new and more
challenging experiences.

I’ve spent too much time
chasing puppy dog tails
the childhood romance that
My savior is out there.
Over the years I’ve found cynicism
to be the last best defense
Against a broken Heart....

LOST

Ten high bourbon
Half empty bottle
120 degrees, no water
Lost somewhere
In the Arizona desert
With thirst in our throats
She liked the cheap bourbon
And fast girls like me
A car that roamed
Desert-scape
To mountain, hey
Blame it on route 666.
Lost at a gas station
Globe, Arizona, mining town
Where my grandfather worked.
No gas, no money
to get us on back home....

ON THE PLANE
FROM SAN FRANCISCO

Rocks cut my tongue
The words I grind
With my teeth
I swallow,
The rocks
Beat my throat
Lay as lumps
In my belly
Slither and slide
Through my intestines
I shit them out
They are still rocks
Hard-solid

Only an eon or two
Could beat these rocks
Into pebbles
Then sand,
Then into smooth glass
That becomes a mirror
Then shattered broken glass
That cuts my tongue
The words I cannot speak
But want to say to you.