urban jungle...

boomers with bucks populate the concrete vertical
to cafes packed with kick-me-dogs in tow
former tragically hipsters with replacement hips
trendy threads for the nearly dead

stale multiples of bulge retardant retail
neatly stacked on each side of the street
nipped and tucked
zipped and sucked
living in the past is as much fun as it looks

blue pill willed harley mounting mommas
fatboy v-twin sex machines
straddled on fatter wallets
weekend tats and tits
weekday bean counters bellied up

napa juice soaked in boutique oak
cuban leaf rolled on caribbean thighs
filson tweed from nordstrom seed
classic rock radio dominates the anti-hov lanes
where has all the polyester gone

puget sound muffled…

the wet season smothers crannies
trapping the dark and dank within
rarely torrential
a mostly subtle soaking
heavy air soup evokes an imaginary gravity

previously set ultra violet moods recede
an infectious sullen laden mist
applies a dull gloss on that
which was once waxed and deflective
absorption rules the day

fluff blankets resting on tree tops
and waterlogged shingled roofs
entraps escape oriented mental diversions
reflection turns inward
imploded thoughts trigger mutual discontent

I crawl beneath the canopy
the weighted pressure forces me earthward
nearest that from which I was spawn
as the collective descriptive ricochets through mediums
depressive
stagnant low
gloomy
damp
moldy
cold
...I find sanctuary

maximum winged busses transport those beleaguered
suffering too long a lapse from the solar cerebral ecstasy
slowly climbing upward through the fluff blanket
turbine propelled for optimal lift
forcing a breach in the envelope
that traps their tortured souls

the migration is seasonally prime
supply and demand justified
as credit card limits burst
the salvation of relief is but temporary

yet I sit here cleansed
water rolling off my back
rinsing the grime of life by default
I radiate the residuals of nourishment
as does the ultra green flora against the gray backdrop
I become thusly contrasted
my pores like the trickling streams swell with delight
man made pollutants flow from us to the sea
and when this is all said and done
I will in time be ready to soak up some sun

meat...

we are cattle
moo
herded and corralled
steroid infested
growth whore moans
fed upon efficiently

we are sheep
bah
ascension oriented followers
believers of the word
hip wooly woolies
manipulated mutton

we are geese
honk
formation oriented
flight itineraries booked
plucked before cooked
a little on the gamy side

we are dogs
woof
social pack tramps
ravenously devouring scraps
humping and dumping machines
korean satay

we are fish
blup
takes the bait
hook line and sinker
fishnet fetish
chum

we are pigs
oink
sloth-like squealers
pork barrel boogie
rock on jimmy dean
mud covered bacon

we are chickens
cluck
batter dipped
kentucky fried
extra crispy
fowl influenza

we are deer
sniff
love rut strut
easily spooked
caught in the headlights
road kill cuties

birthday boy...

it’s been nines years
since I first knew
I was on the other side

what does downward momentum mean
sliding or spiraling
direction is not an option

I could choose to slow the decent
I could perceive it all as really ascent
perception of definition being relevant

considered long term unemployable
I know too much to be subordinate
I can see through everyone else’s fog

I’m less evincible than I was
I ache where I didn’t used to
yet I fear little

I can look at young women
and smile of contentment
been there done that

I still run a little warm
coolant necessary
but I overheat less

my mind still wonders
more than it wanders
I know how things work

It’s not necessary for me to know details
I have intuitiveness
I have experience

I own less
I owe less
I have more

masturbatory tutorial…

that subtle puddle of goo
existing of the residuals
from between your legs spewed
splattered directly before you
as you stumble forward
the one that’s remnants
are now stuck to your shoe

was that a need to release
or just a foaming rant
that caused too many a tug
on your bulging pud
and at that moment
when you are at a full pant
does it bother you no one is there
to hear your particular primal chant

so maybe you spin the significance
for the hard-on of the day
because its all about control
and less about expedience
you must be able to benefit
you must have your way
minute seconds of bliss
are precious
and the more you get
the more you want

yet for now
a spoonful of spooge
helps the medicine go down
and out of context your cum face
makes you look like curly the stooge
maybe just a clown

so take a last sigh
tuck you pud back against your thigh
you have time in-between to contemplate
the next available time you get to ……..