Brazen Blue

all i want to do

is hold on to you

deep in the nights

of different muse.

spike my blood with brazen eagerness

and lead me to your pastures.

we ride sky

and we get by

in these love and war disasters.

dance until the night's exhausted,

oh let me lick

your blessed skin.

and then with just one baited breath

we begin our love again.

kiss me

kiss me

over and over,

burn me with your eyes.

we walk on

saving each other

with passion, wine and lullabies.

Highway

I am realizing that my writing

is a lot like my mind.

There's more of it

than I thought there was.

It's not organized by structure

so much as it is by pattern...

I think.

I have no idea

how to make sense of it all

let alone how to arrange it

into any sort of sense

for anyone else.

And the poet in me

of course says

"screw everyone else"

but what's the point

in being able to speak

if we have to keep secrets?

So here's this huge mass of words

and images,

greater than the sum of its parts

but nothing more

than highway confessions of a madman.

"Got a look that'll kill, a voice that'll carry and a half a dozen women I think I want to marry." -Everlast

"And now I'm walking

down the sidewalk

and I am singing to myself.

I'm going to leave it all behind me now

because I don't need this,

Just don't need this."

-C. Pureka