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Speeding Down 9A

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Speeding down 9A
I’m pushing 85
Too early in the day
With coffee keeping me alive
Tom Petty ‘Won’t Back Down’
Sun peeking over palms
That rock ‘n’ roll soun’
I really have no qualms
Embrace love – reject hate
Life along the St. John’s River
Another chance to create
Now is the time I must deliver

 

 

*I wrote this a year ago and it felt proper to repost it after we lost a legend. It feels even more painful now that I’m back in his home state of Florida.

Her Saturated Sex

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Her saturated sex
Wax; the Summer’s teetering fast
Closing in on her hotel room
Simmering in a passion that’ll make it last
The coast rises out of a dormant state
Sunshine bursting, gentle & warm
Strutting; pure confidence of love
A tightrope of the exaggerated norm

Waking Up Before All The Roosters

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Waking up before all the roosters
With a black coffee in my hand
Carrying dreams & fears onboard
Somehow those rails have to be manned
I don’t know if heroes still exist
But that’s definitely not me
I’m just a lowly sailor
Who’s penitence is to sail the sea

I Exist In The Shadows

 

 

 

 

I exist in the shadows
Where the soulshine does fade
Where flesh touches flesh
& love is deliberately made
I’m not your fantasy boy
Complications part of my deal
Lost in imperfect possibilities
You’ll find I’m a little too real

I’m Not Better Than Anyone

I’m not better than anyone
I’m not clever-witted nor all that bright
Avoid owing the Company Store my 16 tons
Another martini before I extinguish the light
Life plays us how it decides to play
Insignificant input a mere formality
You’re sticking to your tried & true ways
While I’m dancing & bucking all of normality

Delving Between The Consciousness Of My Girl

Delving between the consciousness of my girl
The humble dreams of a beauty so flaxen
The visions of hairless whispers, no more than a swirl
I need her to un-break my heart, like Toni Braxton
Catching a fading glimpse within my forlorn squint
A fragile existence filtered down and disseminated unto
Ecstasy on Earth, but only for a momentary stint
I wake suddenly, sweating, in only my Superhero Underoos

Aroused By The Typewriter’s Bell

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Aroused by the typewriter’s bell

I’m salivating like Pavlov’s dog

Imagining caffeinated mornings

Walking the Sunset within the fog

Though those were forgotten emotions

I’m not able to repeat that form

So I do my best to feel the original

Sometimes I’m hard to notice before the storm

Drinking Rum On A Dead Woman’s Chest

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Drinking rum on a dead woman’s chest

Callin’ me a bloody castaway

Pinkerton’s got me pinned down

Her love will never last past today

Flirting with the cigarette girl

Danced on my heart, now I’m pierced

I aim to stand tall, down to the last drop

Her beauty was deliberate & fierce

Always looking for something between

Usually a billfold, other times the sheets

She wanted the last of the big time spenders

Not often won, though seldom beat