New Moons

Sometimes I just can't spell things out  
Knowing how I feel, words get lost  
Lose their way, like my thoughts  
I'm not where I want to be  
Feeling Alamo surrounded  
In some broken down cul-de-sac of the American dream  
"Dead end," another way said  
Cookie cutter suburbia "drink the koolaid" same  
Least it ain't the city  
Just this side of hell  
 
A poet warrior who wars no more  
Adrift in sea of meaningless words  
Thin's the veil but the curtains closed  
I reach for up, for you, for out  
But I'm still here  
And my soul roils with how I feel  
 
All the undone  
All the tired beyond tired  
All the daily treading my rut  
 
I don't know  
Of gods and men I don't  
And of women less  
So I gather thorns to nest  
Among the shards of stones I've thrown  
Inside this glass house I call home  
 
Sometimes I need thick with greed  
Though it isn't always so  
Words get lost in the shaping  
Of scent stalking lust  
I damn burn with fire repressed  
Eyes skirting the edge of dress  
The cascade of leg...well turned calf  
Purposing the cleavage of breasts  
 
Rain pours  
Pandemonium of chaos born  
Frankensteining wet sticks to snakes in the dark  
Like some parlor trick Moses  
From between parted lips  
The demon seed still drips  
The salt of our covenant  
And sweat  
 
Clothes scattered, bed a wreck  
Profanities echo somewhere  
Ghostly, as you blow smoke rings in the dark  
Highlight of the night  
Past  
As your eyes dull and the tv flickers to life  
 
I shower off the sex, your scent  
What passes for conversation between us  
But I'm still not clean  
Steady watching water swirl down the drain  
Like watching my soul  
If only I could do the same  
 
Escape