Bright Anvil VII

Bright Anvil VI

Bright Anvil V

Bright Anvil IV

Bright Anvil III

Bright Anvil II

Bright Anvil I

knuckle sandwich II

flame lit glance
across at me
first sight
lost in the mix
of fire light
and then gone
but not forgotten
searching
found in the absence
of light
sun seared
morning rustlings
a day spent
listlessly mingling
stolen drops of joy
in a misplaced goodbye
recollections fueled
imagery
a fortnight of
guilty pleasure
midnight passings
quick stop
tickled pink
in passing
circle me lingering
sweet subtle taste of smoke
remains

knuckle sandwich

curled smoke signals
unleash my deciphered
stubborn pleas
alight my flights
of mystery
take in
my forgotten
blank numb
lost
waving medals
in burned light
remember the night
the enclosure
wrapped in your
forgotten haze
sweet soft trails
lightly lifted hairs
at the nape
firelight in a distance
further away
under the weeping willow
you surround me
unfocused
neither pair can see
now
not in this light
doesn't matter
here

(Update! Apparently since the author of this is now dead, we can't make fun of him any more. Other than for being dead that is...!) tell me what i am

i am not a poet
i've never claimed to be
the words that crowd my thoughts before
now come so easily
a work of worth fellowshipped
defends the misconceived
of sarcastic morbid stings
intended to impede
i am not romantic
i've never claimed to be
a performance given for a friend
the light reflected off of me
an intercoital premonition of
avoidance issues pure
my facade of pornographic innocence
betrayed to wanting more
cowardly i hide behind my wall of platonicy
another hit of solitude
conforms my outward plea
i am not your hook up
i've never claimed to be
though labeled misconceptions
and subtle thoughts haunt me
my shadowed dealings and affections
confused my person with business
though an avid pastime and obsession
rarely mark my income less
a bartered deal among companions
profits more than debt
a pact shared in exclusiveness
stresses unregret
i'm no fucking genius
i've never claimed to be
tortured thoughts give way to truths
though i am far from free
perhaps enhanced attention
to what they most desire
will leave my dreams just out of reach
for it's to them that i aspire