Disorientation

The intense intoxication

of fresh seduction

as lips touch, tease,

hands roam, grasping,

pulling inwards, together

meeting in new ways

time and again

the fantastic new,

dreamt of, made real,

lines are drawn, crossed,

as barriers are determined 

and others come down.

The rush of discovery

mutual and individual,

nerves tense, yet 

inhibitions lost, as

we two 

surrender into 

one.

Thought error calamity

Something happened.
It was the worst thing ever.
It took over from that thing yesterday.
Bollocks.

Today it was the car.
Tomorrow it will be something else.
And that will be worse.
Trust me.

Yup, that about sums it up.
Until I've dealt with it,
I know I can't deal with it.
It's a disaster.
Another one.

My 2012 beard

It was the sort of beard

you end up with

when around you muster

people so liberally inclusive

as to be unable to mention 

that in expressing your 

individuality, Comrade,

you may accidentally have

expressed, on your face, 

the individuality

of an alcoholic seafarer

of the 1870s.

One that didn't own a mirror.

A moment lit by fireworks

For Rick & Katie

Glowing embers drift through air
fading out,
as in our ears echoes sound
a tinnitus ring,
a negative noise,
a remembrance of explosion

In the dark, faces barely seen glow
with warmth and love
laughter resounds as stray rocket roams
dangerously close
but none are hurt
all are whole

In the dark, the light burns brighter
rocket light in the sky
and the light in the eyes of those
who come together in love and joy
in front of lodge
in peace