Just because you fight for our country doesn’t mean you can be an asshole.

Thank you.
Planes fly
Back to places where people belong
Left from the place that loved you
small town Indiana
No,
Notes; phone call
None of the above
American to Qatar
Brain mashed like your tiny bag of nuts
Drink? She asks
Yes, you’ll take one
but I’ve been drinking since you left
The heaviest stuff possible.
the plane lifts off

Puerto Vallarta

it burns
looking over to the hard rocks
waves endlessly crashed on
bitter water slamming
all over

it aches
wanting you to emerge, to show
from those rocks to hurry
the rough surface, hot sand
to make love

it stung
the hot sand lay under my hands
beads scratching the soft parts
while I waited and looked
and waited

it stays
my imprint is still on the beach
looking and still waiting
for you to come over
to take me

Pine Trees

Lines of pines trees
No,
Rows of pine trees

Prickling pines penetrate
Force
My skin when pressed

Asphalt meets the line
Where
Friendship and brutality meet

Twigs break
Along
With spirit and body

The pines stay quiet
As
Does the girl that meets them

Dance Class

her body bends beautifully
gracious movement
pupils full of curious life
breasts breath-taking
pure lust – wanting her every stretch

A Chicago Affair

a Lakeshore Drive
luminous Red Sign
Congress
Remembering that
Dark night in a Dark dress
elevator dropping with my stomach
receiving that Kiss
That changed my mind