TOO MANY NIGHTS
Too many nights
in solitude
feeling
the emptiness
us loners
alone
vivid dreams
at fingertips
leaving moisture
on our lips.
LOVE TRAIN
Ride me like I'm the last train to Heaven.
Tickle my belly. Pat my forehead.
Gaze out my windows and see
the New Land.
Ride me...
Ride me...
We'll never run out of track.
THE HIP TOUR
Going on
the hip tour
strutting
summer in my steps
I shame
those teasers
with a flutter
of my green eyes
growing wings to Malibu
landing in a backyard
of some rich Wilt
I'll deceive
until he proves himself
a gem.
