Caffeine Muse

Deep and cushy chairs envelop

Me, the tooth-decayingly sweet

Tan electric nectar warms my

Hands and mouth and belly, lighting

An inferno ‘neath the slumb’ring

Boiler of my spirit, melting

‘Way what seems like ages worth of

Hoarfrost from the plumbing of my

Soul. A long luxurious sigh

Steams out from my chest and nostrils.

Up to read is seven leagues of

Legs that swell like rose buds topping

Long and slender stems. Above rests

Perfectly curved spine ‘midst trim and

Slim waist. Breasts- beyond compare, oh…

Firm and full, with cleavage aching

To be plumbed. Unblemished skin runs

Up a kissable, suckable

Throat that’s shadowed by a pixie

Pointed chin. Her tongue wets passion

Fruit lips, darts behind her smile, and

Clicks a stud of steel on molars.

Gently upturned nose sits ‘tween her

Bright and laughing emerald orbs.

She, like filly poised to gallop

‘Cross the moors of Éire, tosses

Hair like phoenix plumage, letting

Ripples run down shoulders to the

Small of her back. I am in love.

Sultry sounds that resonate from

Deep within her chest delight us.

She expounds on love and losses,

Sex and cigarettes, deceives and

Tricks, denies, then supplies us

With what she made us crave. Words as

Powerful as thunderstorms rush

Headlong through my most unknown and

Private depths, stampeding over

Me, completely unaware. She

Glances up and grins at us to

Emphasize her saucy wordplay;

Laughing willingly, I flush and

Gulp, inhale, inflamed by sonic

Sensuality. She has me

Now, enthralled, enraptured, and

Enchanted. Language, meaning: vanished;

Only woven words and fluid

Phonics hit my ears. My Goddess,

Avatar of Fair Harmonia,

Red valkyrie, Freya on Earth,

Morrigan, my Dark and Awesome Queen.

Sorceress, I am but honored

To behold you. Let me worship

At your altar. Let me be the

Trochee to your iamb. Blend with my

Body like you weave your wonders.

Roll me ‘tween those lips as you have

Shaped your perfect poetry on

Tongue of artful silver. I am

Yours, in mind, in flesh, in spirit.

Bowing gracefully she steps down,

Beaming at the snap-snap claps. She

Grabs a steaming grande that’s as

Hot and sweet and strong as she is,

Gulps it down like it is ice-cold

Water. I can almost see the

Caffeine arc throughout her body;

I can feel it as I’ve felt it

Each and every time I’ve sipped that

Dark and deadly brew. With vigor,

Lyric grasped in hand, I swirl the

Last few sips of mud and swill the

Thick and syrupy ambrosia

Sitting at the bottom. Onto

Stage I leap, affix my gaze to

Hers, and breathe deep…

-D.M.D.M. 3-7-07

The Road

There are a thousand lights strung out behind me,

A hundred neon signs are all aglow,

And scores of gaudy billboards stand like pine trees,

As I cruise upon this dark and lonely road.

The horizon is so dark and filled with danger,

With the shades of what might still come to be.

My soul is overflow’d with fear and anger

At the shapes that I cannot yet try to see.

There are no signs placed at the crossroads.

There is no map of this shadowed land.

And though my mind cannot predict the future,

I must learn to let my passions guide my hand.

My eyes cannot gaze too long behind me,

Nor can they peer too far ahead.

The only road I am treading is beneath me;

There is nothing I can walk upon instead.

Is it possible to let them share my journey,

Not knowing where they’ve been or when they’ll leave?

Will they stay until I finally reach the Ocean?

Is that something that I cannot believe?

So many travelers have gone and left me,

And is all it takes to curb my will.

I fear to let another walk beside me,

To eventually be left again with nil.

So no matter what the road might still be lonely.

It is something I must come to understand.

And still my mind cannot predict the future.

I must learn to let my passions guide my hand.

My eyes cannot gaze too long behind me,

Nor can they peer too far ahead.

The only road I am treading is beneath me;

There is nothing I can walk upon instead.

-D.M.D.M. 1-23-2006

Prayer

Mother Gaia, Earth Egg

Grant me strength with which

I survive

Nurture me so that

I thrive

Provide for me, care for me

Your child

To show my devotion and affection

I promise

To hold true to what holds true to me

To shoulder my responsibilities

To flourish, grow, engorge and reproduce

To contain that which might cause abuse

To light your world with pure divine love

From two together come one

From one and one come three

Father Storm, Sky Seed

Grant me eyes with which

I yearn

Abjure me so that

I learn

Condition me, purify me

Your child

To show my honor and obedience

I promise

To change what breaks and tolerate new things

To live and soar on widespread wings

To experience my time, then expire

To expel my foes with exploding fire

To write across your sky whorls of glory

From two together come one

From one and one come three

Water

Water
Water everywhere
Flowing
Merging
Swirling
Invisible in the air
Sometimes intangible
Other times insistent with leaden weight
Cycling
Running
Traversing sky and soil
Endless nomad
Composing cotton mountains
And coal black curtains
Summoning thunder
Sparking lightning
Splitting sunlight into prismatic arches
Falling
Falling
Falling
Floating flakes
Driving hail
Gentle rain
Seeping into the cracks and invisible spaces
Transmuting into life
Or soaking deep
Deep
Deep
Underground
Carrying rock and sediment
Accidental architect
Constructing tunnels and spires
Melting stone into a semblance of itself
Drip
By
Drip
Always pulled
Inexorably seeking
Depressively looking for
The lowest point
The path of least resistance
Fighting other drops for
That holiest place
Yet always drawn together
Naturally cohesive
Molecules endlessly
dancing
Linking
orbits
Sharing
electrons
A constant
sub-atomic orgy
Spinning each
other
From Atlantic
To Artic
Then Pacific
And Indian

To abyssmal depths
And
Near
Static

Frigid

Deeps

Than up
Up
Up
In a spray and crash
Back heavenward
To begin again

-D.M.D.M. 6-4-10

Jade Spectacles

When did everyone I don't know intimately
Turn into a killer
Or a pedophile
Or a self-serving shallow bitch?
When did balloon animals become trite?
Happy Meals become gross?
Novelty and originality become
More important than enjoyment?
When did my castles transform
Into just playgrounds?
My forts just pillows?
My swords just sticks?
My steeds just bikes?
My most carefully guarded treasures
Just worthless pieces of plastic?
When did what to do next
Become more important than now
And tomorrow start being
More importantly than today?
When did this place of
Endless wonder and possibility and hope
Transmute and twist into
A predictable and meaningless trap with no escape?
Way too soon

-D.M.D.M. 6-2-10

Clean Up Clean Up Everybody Everywhere

I always have these dishpan hands
Or ooze upon my shoe
And for every one thing that I clean
I dirty up another two
I cook the food then clean the plates
And pots and knives and bowls
I wipe spilled milk up off the floor
With paper towels by the rolls
Shampoo my hair and scrub my face
And rinse away the suds
Dry off my bod and then the floor
Scrape off the ring around the tub
All this dirt is not destroyed
Just goes where we don't see
I hope whoever gets it next
Doesn't just send it back to me

-D.M.D.M. 6-1-10

Eagle's Flight

The eagle flies above the herd
She sees the ebb and flow
Of those that walk beneath her wings
All who raise their head feel awe
Or envy of her majesty

A courier who moves between
The court of the Father Sun
And the bounty of the Mother Sea
Belonging nowhere but where
She chooses to nest and brood

Her strong talons clutch her prey
She risks the water's icy embrace
To pull her sustenance from the waves
Powerful enough to challenge beasts of Earth
Yet not too proud to pick at the dead

Keen of eye
Sharp of beak
Powerful talon
Smiling cheek
Valiant parent
Ascendant flier
My thanks I give
As she takes me higher

-D.M.D.M. 5-23-10

Rudderless

In the struggle between Destiny and Chaos

Where do I fall?

Is my path so far from the highways of the great

That my footsteps will never forge the way for millions

No matter how hard I try?

Such hubris

If my fate is to lead

And every tick of the clock is planned

Then I shall fall into it

Despite whatever failures I incur

And yet

So many decision lie before me

And small decisions have led to huge events

How many times I have mapped out the past

And followed back my turnings to one

Seemingly insignificant

Randomly made

Utterly carefree

Choice

And counted myself either incredibly lucky

Or unimaginably dull-witted

What hour would have brought that flash

Of monumental inspiration

Had I not been whiling away the time

With vapid observation of distractions

Will I be strong enough

Fast enough

Hearty enough

Smart enough

To overcome the obstacles or enemies ahead

Or will I have wasted my body and mind away

With neglect and abuse

Who cares?

Some might say

Why worry so much?

Take life as it comes

Perhaps I just never learned the difference

Between rest and sloth

I eat away at my dreamtime

With whatever activity I can

For how can I sleep with so much to do?

And so little time before I die?

Or do I fear my dreams

And though I yearn for the highs

To fly like an eagle

Or run as a wolf

To act out my desires without consequence

Love the women I want without the worries

I hide from the hobgoblins

Fear the falls

Shiver from the roars of faceless beasts

And feel the stark

Unrelenting

Instinctual

Terror

That seems only to appear when my eyes are closed