Man,
It's the tattoo that is haunting me today

A lot of things on my mind. Bits of sadness. I need a new filter. I need a distraction other than sleep and work.


Distractions that make me think. There was a man last night, a customer who had a pepperoni pizza tattooed on his forearm. A pepperoni pizza all big and round just below the elbow. This gave me minutes to waste contemplating pizza tattoo. The significance of a pepperoni pizza, in color. What artist created such a masterpiece of pizza? I imagine it to be hand-tossed. Or is it Chicago Style? Is the canvas Italian or a mobster? So many ideas swirling in my head as I fluffed the plastic bags and said "have a good evening".

Sobriety is tough.

Sometimes when I tell someone i'm an alcoholic, the response is similar to admitting I have something like an S.T.D. Other people are cool. Admitting it does weed out the jackasses;-)

We
Leave no trace
These days of romance
Leave no foot print
Like good stewards of the
Earth
Are we good stewards of our
Hearts?

To have no love notes
To place under
Pillows
No handwriting to
Analyze and trace with
My finger tips
No evidence at all of these
Friends or Lovers

We leave no artifacts
No envelopes to lick
No paper to kiss
No place to put a
Lock of hair or
Photograph to keep
Hidden away
To hold privately

No foot print
No hand print
No trace of affection at all
Nothing reproducible
By machine or camera
Our interactions fleeting
As clear as the wind
I keep you inside me
To view in my dreams

I must stay sober. Most difficult thing about being sober? Learning how to express myself sober!

It does get easier for me though. I just write and write and write....

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow
As an old crow I would fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue
Look and you will find me
find me and you will soon see
My eyes shine of lust and greed
My body's field to plough and seed

The blood pumping within these veins
a heart of love but yet it strains
I fold my wings in bitter rain
This old crow caws and caws again
And swoops across the swaying wheat
I alight upon his outstretched arm
I rest my head under his chin
My kisses cover his grin
I build a nest in him
Beloved Scare Crow

A rare fruit, difficult to find
I once indulged in those
Plucked from a vine
Those days of easy, sleepy
Sex,
Gone
Forever

A rare fruit, difficult to find
The doctor ordered me
To take a bite
Suck the flesh
And allow the juices to drip
From my lips
Drip down my neck

A rare fruit, difficult to find
Easy to take in the hand
Easy to peel and enjoy
The heady scent
Easy to remember what
A want is
This rare fruit who
Raises my blood

A rare fruit, difficult to find
It is just what the Doctor
Orders
So I search online
To find this food
This food that nourishes
Me
Fills
Me
Thrills
Me
This very rare fruit
Of Jezzemy Origin

Jez
You make me want bananas, over and over again

I am sure
You are an amazing
Lover
I would step on slippery
Moss covered stones
To reach you

I am sure you are
An amazing Lover
I would wade through
Icy waters
My ankles swum around
By happy fish
To reach you

I am sure you are an
Amazing Lover
I would part the tall grasses
With my bare legs
Turn pink from the sun
Break a sweat and
Shine like copper
Just to reach you

I know you are an amazing
Lover
You have made a bed of soft
Clover
You have knelt and kissed my
Belly
You have placed your hand on my
Heart
You have pressed your ear to my
Womb
And listen to the sea
You smell the fragrance of my
Ocean
You dive into me
Yes
You are an amazing
Lover

As hearts tear in two
Life also tears in two
Like a photograph of a couple
Split
Half the picture discarded
So is half of my life
Discarded

I could turn inside out
And look inward at
Myself
The half that is left
And like a lizard grows
Another tail
I will grow my other half
To be whole

The conflict is not with
Who is gone
It is with myself
That remains
Still hungry for affection
Greedy for laughter
Speaking to the One
Who isn't here

It's ok Journey. the last site I was on, they all thought I was sad-and I was NOT
go figure

no Journey, it is about going to court, silly.
it is true, men read things differently or I really am cryptic

Suited up for battle
Sorry if I hurt
The wrong person
I have in hand
Unfamiliar weapons
I am focused on the
Field

I was not eager
To revisit the past
To walk the same grass
Of a field that could have
Shed my blood
But after the first steps
I am off at a run

Suited up for battle
Sorry if I've gone rough
Less kind
More grizzly and bare
The field is where I must go
I am charging in tall grass
Green stains my knees

Suited up for battle
I was afraid
I am afraid
Not afraid to die anymore
Just afraid to lose
Lose a battle that could save
Two

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow
As an old crow I would fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue
Look and you will find me
find me and you will soon see
My eyes shine of lust and greed
My body's field to plough and seed

The blood pumping within these veins
a heart of love but yet it strains
I fold my wings in bitter rain
This old crow caws and caws again

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow
As an old crow I would fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue
Look and you will find me
find me and you will soon see
My eyes shine of lust and greed
My body's field to plough and seed

The blood pumping within these veins
a heart of love but yet it strains
I fold my wings in bitter rain

http://youtu.be/FG1NrQYXjLU

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow

As an old crow I would fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue

Look and you will find me
find me and you will soon see

My eyes shine of lust and greed
Greed rhymes with need and seed, please

I don't know where this will go
Beginning fast and ending slow

As an old crow I would fly straight to you
Through darkened skies or ones of blue

Look and you will find me
find me and you will soon see

My eyes shine of lust and greed