Heart

Heart

My heart's not weak at all

It is a hard thing small

Blood goes in and blood out

While all the heart ache 

Is merely more memory

This betrayal that death

You may call it doubt

I say with each sad breath

With each love that turns fake

My comfort comes from nothing

As surely mine as no one ever

Was

Haiku

OK Alfred black

Fiddler crab on lava rock

Leaving us tongue claw

Jack
For AC 7/12

Snot

Snot

It is a halcyon morning

Sunlight slants the line of oaks

Touch of breeze stirs my feelings

Of others long gone touching me

Their spirits bring a sneeze

As ancient Athenians predicted

A sneeze of sinus congestion

And when I lift my white handkerchief

To blow my nose the scent of coffee

From Papua New Guinea fills

My senses taking me to the Pacific

Where a Polynesian once made me come

Back from England

Back from England 

England is two states of mind

London energy and Country laze

Both sprinkled daily heavy drizzle

All the more sparkling in sunlight

Boats on rivers everywhere

England is high drama Shakespeare

Stabbing an assassin in Africa

Timon as a homeless man serving shit

Two states of mind 

And both steeped like tea in history

For me it is always sex that fills

Two states of mind

One having one without

Meeting in mutual masturbation

In England quiet and in the dark

What flights of fantasy we enjoy

Crossing in utter discomfort that

Ocean separating Raw America

From cultured pearls overseas

Pearls of two states of mind

Jack --July '12

Another

Another

Another day another orgasm

Beating off the images of imagination

The fantasy hovers about me as I 

Stroke tightening my grip

Jerk faster as your body yields to me

As I feel the entrances to your flesh

As your eyes reflect my eagerness

As I forget that I am not a dog

Sniffing an ass getting up

On my hind legs sticking it in

Uninhibited joy oh release

Quivering until the absurd and the

Ridiculous return

Fantasies gone and there is nothing

Except the mess of life to

Wipe away

Jack 7/13/12