bliss

there was rain all the night and i woke
at a quarter past somethin’
with memories of a dream
(hot)
and i tossed and turned and you
(tossed and turned)
me over and over
until the rain blew in and the sheets
were wet, and we lay in the bliss
of the morning

E61 grouphead shenanigans

so, you had coffee with her?
yes, i told you that
but noah, that’s not all is it
what do you mean?
you didn’t just have a regular latte did you
well,
you had a cappuccino
so what if i did?
noah, a cappuccino! you know what that leads to
what are you implying?
first it’s cappuccino, then it will be macchiato!
well, you don’t have macchiato with me any more!
oh my god Noah, did you have a macchiato with her?
well, no. not exactly
not exactly! what exactly did you have with her noah? tell me the truth!
the truth? you want the truth!?!
yes Noah, the tru-
WE HAD A FUCKING AFFOGATO! YES, THAT”S RIGHT! A FUCKING AFFOGATO! ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?
i.. fu… no.. noah…
i’m sorry. i never meant,
SHUT UP NOAH YOU FUCKINGFUCKINGFUCKIN ASSHOLE!
no wait, don’t,
FUCKOFFLEAVEMEALONE, NONONONO,

**SLAM**

message flip

i sent her a message to tell her
that
i was thinking about how much i love her
and
i honestly could not think about anything else
then
she told me her stomach did  flips
when
i sent her a message to tell her
that
i was thinking about how much i love her
and
i honestly could not think about anything else

any better

things have changed, with inter-web-i-video-console-insert/acronym/here but the girls still wear floral dresses and the boys still pedal with fury their bmx to the park with the footy. the old men have a ride-on-two-stroke-weber and a-lasar-gps-guided-remington but have only given up smoking in favour of other marinades (et al) and their shoes still match their hat. i’m bored with it all. give me the love of a good woman, and the sun, surf, blue sky and a song. except for the love of a good woman, not necessarily in that order. grand is a state of mind, a sprinkle of experience, and faith in yourself. if that doesn’t work for you then good luck. i can’t explain it any better.

you

you’re so close and i can hear you breathe
but still
come a little closer

pretty

i want to make you (kiss you)
yeah, another
dose of languid dreaming please
i miss the languid dreaming

girl

a little closer still
but breathe, so i can hear you
come, a little nearer
so i can kiss you (make you)
part your

wanting

oh! your lips (your thighs)
languid satin
white sheets and crystal blue
skies and seas of miss’ed
languid dreaming

ny<3

shall i close my eyes when we kiss?
contact of lips enough to light my eyes
with starry blooms, and breath into my sky
a promise of another year of many wondrous
days, nights, and extraordinary moments that each
, on their own, make living worth living and loving you
worth everything

first in a billion

ah yes, the next fluxusified phase of jingles belling whispers towards us. this is a time for being, and being with, and being with your love’d ones. this year, my choice is of new traditions. days and drinks mix’ed with new applicances and want’and abundance. my little one’s will wonder with a new enthusiasm. my lover feel fresher and remembering’er than many a season. we bought a tree together and it’s a big one. deck these halls my friends, this is a long long life long ride. will you merry christmas me?

paris in spring

when i open my eyes, i am in Paris
laying on the Champ de Mars
it is spring and there is wine and coffee and strawberries in the air
and in our mouthes and in our hearts, and

when you turn your head and see me
and i see you, a thousand words of love
flower and swill across my poet’s eye
and i write, for you, always and only

for you