cockney thug

cotton mouth words spilling
cotton ball verbs and she
tastes like consistency:
pulls me like her wagon shadow.
and i’ll bare in mind
gum line lies
but this time i swear,
i’m dragging my feet.
deceiver deceiver!

Coquette

I’ve spun.
Sat through storms
and treachered all weathers,
but whirlwinds in my head?
Gusting gales have my sight all fuzzy;
but make no mistake, I’ve my sights set steady.
Though flustered is this courage mustered.
Head set sails to cloud high inclinations
and each indication set,
met perfectly by distinct anticipation.
But this damned preoccupation,
atmospheric hesitations.
She gives me butterflies
from here to the end of any sky.

Sodapop

Something like anatomy,
leaves me strung up
heels over head and
blood rushes down
to think thinks
and I’m doing all this for me.
How did my knees get so weak?
Trial and failure turned
drunken and valor.
She’s rattling my ribs and
my heart just won’t quit.
I think curiosity got it
best of all;
pilfering every breath
I could even dream.
My Little Miss Curtis,
just believe me.
I think in reds and blues and
multiples of two and
I don’t know what it means.
But it’s always you.

Dionysus

Damage control.
Amidst power struggle
tug of war deliberations
Artemis and Ares
are picking sides and
drawing lines and
it doesn’t look like
Eros will be hard to heed.
Oh, those Zorbas
and their dramatics;
waging wars over
beyond bronzed comestibles.