sunless morning
watch the rain fall
the silver maple branches
reach out
their thin ethereal phalanges
to grasp
the liquid pearls
and cradle
the droplets
that cling
ever so gently
before letting go
unattached

I promise to rip off the scabs daily
and probe the tender parts,
rub salt in them,
infect them with lint and grit,
bear them with pride,
savor the pain
as a constant reminder
that our small battle has been lost.

Chunky boy/skinny jeans,
Would that thou remained twain.
Physique d’anjou,
It is true—
Too much middle parts weight gain.

Had your hipster credo
Demanded a Speedo,
Would thou have thought it insane
To prance around,
Let your middle abound—
A ship on the Bounding Main?

Can you even remember
a time when it still seemed strange -
the hard flesh that was not your own,
the unfamiliar rhythms,
the pounding in your head and elsewhere?

Awakening from fever dreams
of strong men who would bend you to their will.
Crying for arms that would hold you
even as you ran to any embrace.

Eyes sparkling, filled with mirth and hidden secrets
Treasures lay behind them, a store of wealth in dreams

A quick impish grin for the crowd as they wait in anticipation
For the tales and melodies that flow forth like quicksilver

He stands tall and straight, pick poised at the strings
Guitar at the ready to deliver anything you want to hear
It’s all there, waiting in his mind

The reflection in the mirror is a face I’ve never seen before.
Gone too long, can’t remember what it was that I’d been looking for,
Seems like I’ve been down so many roads,
Been on so many searches, left empty with too many questions unanswered.

I’ve strayed too far and seen too much to go back to the life I’d known before,
Can I ever find my home?

Yes.  I’m posting my homework.

For two reasons.  1) Solely self-serving.  I want this shit read by more than an English professor.  2) Useful criticism.  Please offer up some suggestions and comments on this content. 

Liberated from the endless night of numbing darkness,
I raise my arms in praise and thankfulness to the sky.
My face, caressed by the softly shining sun,
Embraces the light and releases my soul to soar among the clouds,
Opening my heart to the dawn of a thousand possibilities.

Mama Penguino Hovers Closely

Mama Penguino hovers closely
And then quickly moves away,
Swiftly going wheresoever
Her heart may freely say.

Little Officer Chillbear

Listen very carefully. What can you hear?
What can you see? Is there anybody here?
Look very carefully, something may appear.
It’s one little, not so little Officer Chillbear.

Newt Comes Walking
by Arlo Guthrie and Strawberry Shortcake

Newt comes walking over the hill
Newt comes walking, he rarely stands still
When Newt comes walking he goes where he will
When Newt comes walking over the hill

Twas the night before our anniversary, and all through the internets
Not a creature was stirring, not even Fishnets.
The boys were all hung and the girls did all stare,
In hopes that a drunken orgy soon would be theirs.

The Wordsmokers had coupled up and were off to their beds,
While visions S and M danced in their heads.
And MammaP in her ‘kerchief, and Rene in his cap,
Had just settled their brains for a long winter’s nap.

Now, this—
beloved birdy
(is all)
dressed up—
ready to FLY
(with you)

I am a practiced pervert
The things I’d do with you
would leave us in intensive care
in the hope that we’d pull through,
Oh I am a practiced pervert
I think you will agree
that there are many perverts but
none practiced quite like me.