Animal Love

You snarl
And you bite
There's fear
In your eyes
But your cries
Say you care

If I dare
To test your lies
I get bitten
And mauled

But your sighs
They keep me
So enthralled

And then you purr
In merriment
Your laugh
Ringing
Out over the world
And you mewl
Your love
Into my ear
Croon your lust
And win my trust
With your wayward ways

I'm lost in a haze
Of longing
My eyes misting
With belonging
By the time they clear
You're long gone
On the prowl
For some other Tom

I lie awake
Listening
To the sounds of the night
Licking the wounds
That are in sight
But the ones inside
The parts that crooned
Lie desolate now
And howl
At the moon.

To Viktor Frankl

And so he burns
The bright spark
Shining his searing light
On everything around him

But to burn means
To be consumed
From within

Valentine reverie

The sunlight artfully arrayed
On your sleeping form
Mottled patterns of vanquished lust
Are not what I miss
My long gone and almost forgotten love
Your moist and welcoming lips
Those hypnotic bewitching hips
As we danced to our own song
As we burned ourselves to belong
Just don't hurt me any more

The memories are gray and fading
And I hardly remember you at all
But as I lie awake in the morning
When the ides of February come calling
For some reason
It's the smell of your hair
That I recall

I remember the way you lay
Nestled against my nose
But not the colour of your skin
Or your soft voice whispering
The practiced lies that befall
The fatal bliss
Of lovers in the morning air

Yes, I really wouldn't care at all
If I didn't miss
That smell of your hair

I'll be your mirror then

I'll be your mirror then
And you'll be mine
We'll play with our reflections
In ways so sublime
In our pools of longing
That've never seen the light
We'll light a candle to belonging
I will revel in your sight
As you will in mine
And it's all we'll need
To play and probe and be
Until the end of time

The Engine of Democracy

And so it came to pass
That the ones who knew
Had to bow and scrape
Before the ones who blew
Hot winds out of their ass

And that became the shape
Of the engine of democracy

The voters were cattle
The voters were sheep
They forgot how to battle
And remembered how to bleat

With the cattle on the trail
The lone wolves stayed away
Hid in what was left of the jungle
As the sheep had their day

It's now all gone - it's gas and manure
The grazers have left the land bare
They're mooing and bleating in unison
Still demanding their rightful share

The shepherds drive them to market
The shepherds drive them to death
They buy them all with promises
And they buy them all with debt

While the knowing ones must hide
And kowtow to the shepherd clans
Be carried along on the tide
Of fodder feed and cowpen plans

The great big engine chugs along
So blindly down the track
They call it the light of democracy
But the whole train is painted black...

Cold refrain

Shiver
Shake
In pleasure
As the cold wind blows

I
Who am used
To the light
And the heat
And the sweat in my pores

I love the cold.

Sweet
Welcoming cold
Like a lover's arms
You envelop
My soul

I love the cold
And cloudy days
When my words mist
In so many different ways

And my breath
Is lazy smoke
Swirling through the haze
Of lazy days and hope

Oh cold!
When you are gone
You shall be
The lover I never regret

In coming days of sweat
And toil
When days bring to a boil
My body and my brain
You will be my refrain

The way you slipped through
My blood and my bones
And every other part
To make my mind your home
And settle in my heart.

Quatrain

I wrote this morning's song for you
Your face was in my mind
Your body left its mark on me
But you left that note unsigned