Plucked strings and wave spray,
wet sand between naked toes,
light moves on water.

i'm tied by no knot
but there are ties i know not
held by homonyms

knotted up so tight
spaghetti is on my fork
i CAN swallow it

A fork in the road
No knot can untie itself
Follow the footprints

the road to nowhere
that metaphorical life
littered with false signs

with nowhere to go
all signs have been run over
the detours suck too

cigarette in hand
thoughts escape in veils of smoke
where words would have been

You want too little
If you hurry we'll be late
Distances will shrink

I will wear short sleeves
on purpose so our arms touch
while we are dancing.

YouTube video,
his folks called me sweet but still
said he couldn't come.

Just how does that work?
I'm touchy feely person
Long distance can't work

My escapism
Attending Tango Mango
Week of Tango bliss

mixed up thrill mystique
crazy aspiration crush
my own weird science

When push comes to shove
Desire rules the senses
Cyber space will do

true blood of life love
desire, lust and frenzy
her informal stash

Although salt tastes good
Nothing can withstand the tide
Push my way upstream

salt water river
sensing the complexities
imagine the thrill

An idealistic
ethereal relationship?
Real life cannot match!

Passionate as hell
Keeping a tender distance
Always in control

I want to announce
valentine's day real swell.
I needed today

Symmetrical touch
William you sense the real thing
Proportions in reach

Thanks for the offer
Hand in hand rollercoaster
It's a nice gesture

I assume it was for me or was it metaphor?

I thought where's Lush gone?
But I see he's back, relaxed!
Not at all "uptight"!

short of some magic
matter is conserved, and thrust
absent will or chance

all that is egress
'twas once a la mode ingress
re: laws of matter

the shite that doth reel
from these shite reeling fingers
'tis fertilizer

what syndrome defines
or circumscribes mine lather
necessary voice

inside own asshole
asperger's or OCD
no excuse, a launch

You wanted to know
If you don't like the answer
Don't ask the question

These oh so thin walls
Sounds of love making next door
Lonely hotel bed

lie and lying still
nights in endless double beds
vast empty ceilings

past, present, future
the tea leaves hold the answer
your hand in my hand

why not? Your response
is not poetry either
by your reckoning

Our destiny? Life?
Only we hold our future
In our empty hand

Well at least it is
Five seven five in three lines
But poetry? No!

five beats in this line
seven beats in this line here
is this poetry?

Please leave the fan on
You are now used to the smell
But others won't be

Resumes galore.
Staggering unemployment.
Handjob for ten bucks!

Resum

The full moon is near
The mirror magnifies the sex
The dancer is queer

Caribbean dream
Tango on the hot boardwalk
Barbados sunshine

Your face close to mine
Deep searching each other's eyes
Lust near to explode

OMG ru
ROFL?
TTYL!

Dancing by moonlight
Dancing morning noon and night
Dancing on my grave

beauty within life
dancers take to the airwaves
love around the day

zorbas and amy's
lightning mind sights of greatness
this day.. fabulous!!!!!!! XOXOXOX

The turtle sits still,
Resolute and observant;
Indubitable.

Feet on the planet
Right and left and right no wrong
To dance is to live

I have yet to meet
his shoulders, his feet have strength
a man who can move