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Nestled

No Means Yes
How do I know?
Guess
Every ache in your neck
every knot in your back
I can find
and fix
because things
like that

they come naturally
to a Man like Me
Sparks and Connection
equally
mean
more is at play
that meets the eye
You nestled into me
I was your guy
for a brief moment
as if a sneak trap door opened
We lay hot and wanting
both of us hoping
time would stand still
and we could make love
the entire day
but clocks are unkind
and always they

fuck up plans
condense Magic into
bite size pieces
Woman
all that is left between us
are incredible sweet
releases
yet to Come
but that
eventually will
because
we write art with trap doors
and the notion of that thrill

keeps us wanting
keeps us wondering
keeps us clock watching
and blundering
silly sentences new lovers
tend to use
Words and your Body
baby I never confuse
the messages
because it is who I am
Nestled into you warm
briefly your
man

Insecure

The Lightning and The Fire

I can write you down to size
and make you feel insecure
I can nit pick
find flaws
eloquently sure
in what I write
and
in it’s accuracy
I know you better than anyone still
therefore
I see

heavy eye make up
under arms starting to bulge
It’s you on the highway
bored
dulled
of the mundane
the day to day routine
the continual BOSOX Bullshit
babe
you know what I mean

Face and embrace it
This Art I cook
taste it
carefully though
it’s hot and it burns
Older
aging
sure we are
but we never seem to learn

You cool down in Daddy’s Pool
like all the other young kids do
Except you are not so young anymore
and still to this day you

never fully comprehend me
never fully understand
never fully let go of that glimmer of hope
wherein I am your man

you have another

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For Gord

The Lightning and The Fire

This is for Gord
For Gordie
For Me and for
you
This is for everyone who loves
and loses it’s battle
with the truth

Mortal
we are
and will always be
Saturday
late evening
you
and me
wept
and wept
openly

Below our border I know
they do not understand
But what does that matter?
It simply
doesn’t

Rhyme with me in pro·nun·ci·a·tion
when you read what I write
I’m still goose bump laden from
Saturday Night

A country comes together through our TV screens
regardless of color
religion
or means

for Gord
for Gordie
for ‘mel·an·chol·y wine soaked tenderness’
We wanted everything he had
he gave
nothing less

30 artistic masterpieces
30 gallons of sweat
30 million of us gutted
spent
and left

goose bump laden
Patriotic and complete
The Genius is helped off stage
and
off
of his feet

We are left to carry on
to live our…

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Life is a Drag with a Hashtag

The Lightning and The Fire

When I see a photograph of you
or someone mentions your name
I’m taken back to a place
again and again

Within the confines
of my own mind
I find
Life is such a drag
with a hash tag

You walk 5th avenue
with your gorgeous Vuitton
bag

High Heels
and very short skirt
The way in Starbucks
you would flirt
with the men and boys
who all gravitated to you
An Accurate depiction
but not the truth

That is your social media
by all accounts
I mean I don’t see much
I prefer to pounce
on open roads
new music and jeans
My heart’s scared from hash tags
and I haven’t the means

to spend
or to explain
what happens to me
when I hear your name

but my body
and brain
it
shakes
shakes
shakes
The Instagram Life you live?
it’s all
fake
fake
fake

You are Symbols

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