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I know why you were put here.

Like a cascading drape

you were frapped

Before the stage of me,

And in the expanse of

my awe I found

the touch of brilliance

within your eyes, and in

the Waltz of your

graze I’ve come to know

some celestial inhabitance.

Dance two-three-one-two-three

Enveloped in the sea of

your skin I submerge

the elegance of my ungodly compulsion,

arrested yen of

my fleshly fire for you

©2009 j.a.o.a.

We were—
Silent little mutes
Tucked in beneath heaven’s night,
Chiding our tethers

Branches rattle like
Aches loudly crackling in an
April sketching spring

Remember when—
The sky was chiffon
And the moon shone through
Our rippling hearts?

Aikurushii—
Blossoming cherry
I celebrate beneath your
Flowering fem fruit

Mirroring the sky—
Puddles ‘round rose
Stems glisten amid moss stars
Night at the garden

Ensnaring—
Roots hold me fast but
I lean my desecrations:
Solace in her arms

Crinolina—
Orange tinged dark
Blue, eon smatter me soft with
Your skirting kiss

Fiftyish--
Sugar coffee sweat
Awakened areolas,
Paring bruised pears

Mycenaean Maiden—
I come to submit
To your archipelago
Cluster of islands

Carpenter—
Piece by piece it goes,
The song of the humming bird:
Building his love’s nest

Thinking of you--
Rain washes o’er pine,
Racing to beat the downpour,
My water drenched shirt

What sigh—
From where do you
Come like a slighting light of
Sweltering night

Crystal illusion—
Night casts its sheen shade,
Shimmering your whims

Pansies’ entrancement--
Bewitchment of innocence,
Ilium fused ischium

Sweet-smooth and dry--
So go the martini years,
Evanescence in could haves

Smile—
How you extend that savor,
Like honey you coat the tissue
Of the marvelous kiss

Siren in ink--
You shone your skin
Until taking root, glassy
Caress of plumón

Budding fem--
Held between snow flakes
Our blushing night strains to bloom
Your crimsoning petals

The startling flits
A spring bouquet of roses,
Curtsying its songs

Favor--
In the floating wind
Spring crepes a sprig of flowers,
My obeisant gaze

Shortly thereafter--
A breeze brushed my
Lips in a brief caressing
Ecstasy, my heart

In his hand--
Night comes now warming
her moonlit parting flower
Silvering her lips

La fleur —
Dusk dons a bluish
Veil as the moon rips open
Frenzying envy

I took a picture
Of my peccadillo swirl
Just beneath your wrap

Sweetly dream in the
Arms of Zeus’ opening lust
Cove of our love joy

©2009 j.a.o.a.

i’ve got so many plans for us knob-eyed
friend, i thought one day.
so i planted honeysuckle one morning
glory n’ vine,
made us this sure little bit of space
just for you and me the two of us,
beetle and caterpillar.
so suns’ days rose and sank deep into
the pool of night,
silvery moonlights come n’ gone
scrawlin’ in a sprawl o’
tillin’ fingertips strokin’ earth in parallelin’
strips o’ grooves.
now as all this took hold, there was this
swellin’ well deep, deep
inside glowin’ ‘round n’ down my chest n’
for some reason one dawnin’
dewin’ scrapin’ mornin’, i scrambled to
my thousand feet aching for a sip
o’ brew to saturate the burn leftover
from the night’s heave and ho,
maggot n’ ant, termite n’ vermin
festive all dancin' o’ flesh-roe
crustacean eggs medium well done some
overdone then right there
before my eyes papillon you sloughed,
pulled and stretched,
limpid salve you dripped and slid aside,
unfolded wings o’er your
drunken stupor in the light, fused our plight
©2009 j.a.o.a.

bit o’ thing i’m feelin’ in a swaddle o’
baby’s arms, slumbers like a driftin' stone’s
thousand little breaths
cradlin’, darlin’ little hush and
i feel you may be thinkin’ i’m just a so and so,
greedy noisy someone,
upstart tuggin’ under tow,
a subtle overflow,
ivory ping-a-ling piano ding-a-ling
beneath a fluffin’
trumpet’s spread o’
risen song i silky set a-flow.
truth be told silly you, i’m all these things
and so much more.
i’m the rambling bambino without aim
like the pebble thrown,
skipping o’er some nameless river’s skin
just hopping toward the sun’s
blinking gleam waving on a wave of
now and then my ever-lovin’ pun
©2009 j.a.o.a.

empty shoe, undo yourself,
sleek-black stiletto,
strap bare your sole… then
lean against the wall of my best
recycled vanity,
liberated melancholy,
your heart is a demon lock
fastening impatience
to my fool’s folly for
I know too well Byron Katie’s
"personalities do not love,
they just want something"
©2009 j.a.o.a.

Be assured, I’m walking on
I won’t make inroads,
Time to play against getting
Somewhere, creeping up on the upbeat,
Have an effect on beauty’s many,
Be drawn against its smile of
Her delightful guile:
Personification of the mind,
Jazzing up paper thick scrawls,
Coagulated sandy shade
Smoothing out beneath a jot, receding sea
Where I always get my way
©2009 j.a.o.a.

In a jiffy
Smoky fortune drizzles to
A seething burn
As the opaque of dread
Drags in
The haze of its queasy.
I’ve thrown the
Dice, rattled to a halt,
Snake eyes
Sitting in their pockets,
Taking in
The nothing there.
No matter
It’s all a game of probability
So I'll step up
And swing at anything
There’s not
A risk or thing to loose,
Investment’s
Minute at worst, worthless at best:
Meticulous wording
Of a nonexistent contract,
Its bloated
Ego surrounds my finest humbling.
And I realize
I really don’t do feelin’ sorry for
Very good
So sleep well darling Mary
Cuz smutty
Joey‘s movin’ on
©2009 j.a.o.a.

Somtimes you remind me
Of a wee mew, so curiously allured to
My bright bourree,
But so afraid of it’s burning free.
You cringe beneath my stroking
Soon after I’ve made my way
To your ready now luring,
Haven of the brusque of me.
So I scribe in lines a twitter,
Insipid life of this poem for you,
Song of my dimpling crime
I place near your fear,
My thrush’s strain, relentless trill,
Thrashing of my guilty tongue.
But should you think
My humming somehow beautiful,
And should you for whatever reason
Dare declare it, I’d simply say in
Downcast eyes: I’m not so beautiful,
It’s just my sound, so kind
So you, it’s just the way you feel,
The draping of my shafting sol
©2009 j.a.o.a.