Through night want

 Feel the pull
Day was arousal
afternoon caress
Night is passion

The rest of me 
lies in anticipation
scarcely space in heart
Day breathes out

I inspire it
graceful birds
each hour warble
sunset weens me off heat

Night sings softly
make love
feel the pull
back into cloud

under blanket
chaos of uges
sensitive awareness
Approaching carnal

My hand is the question
Her skin the response
Stimulation kinetic
graceful orgasms

Each hour hard chills
dawn weens me off sex
Infatuation bares down
Make me not prey

Morning thaw it
dry that chaos of urges
Stop pulling me
out of my now

It's not about....

 Those cliche advice videos
telling you it's about...
Then insert catchphrase 
Insert key word

Until the repetition
Rubs your cognitive sense raw
highlighting the hype in memory
Yelling it out

Pseudo style working it's way in
Like a massage of the ego
They say it's not about this
It's about that

The transition from negative to positive
relieves your anxious thirst
You have yourself an answer
In a cloudy misty world

barbecue sauce of ignorance
Drizzle of ambiguity
avoiding the nuance
dumb as you began

To twinkle nicely

 All that seems to matter is what you look like.
With world wanting to see, how could we blame you?
People are taken in by appearances so we transform.
To be a spectacle to be observed.

An inner need many have, just to be adorned.
To be put on display to twinkle and radiate.
Christmas tree stature and form.
Front of shop promotional.

The flood into the heart as
a dozen gather to point and gaze.
How could they blame you?
You unfold like the male peacock.

You feel the pull.
Those that have looked for too long
sparks of their infatuation.
Catching on your dried branches.

Deep ocean of sleep

 We stayed in an old motel with high roof
still too sunny for sleep we tested the bed|
No underlying mattress just layers of blankets
eventually we would sleep

Sleep and forget our surroundings
creak expand and contract with the roof in afternoon heat
Further into willful intoxicating trance
giving ourselves to ultimate stupor

sinking further into warmth
our bodies disconnecting from us
Leaving the slober and trembling behind
transcending each threshold

Like a dinghy through waves of the shallows
The deep anticipating our arrival
Separating currents curving them
 to pull us in an under

Losing our earthbound selves
slowly reduced to simple fish
Lost in the vast recesses 
Inhabited by gargantuan prowling hunters

Frowns grins and dinkiness

 The car broke down just as we entered town
Roads there were narrow and cluttered with old wrecks
How we got this far was some kind of miraccle
was it anger or madness that drove us forward

The welcoming gates of the mountain side village
clunky and rusted signs frumpy frumpy people
A man mixed from jack nicholson and robin williams emerged
He would be the local mechanic looking to take advantage

Smile and eyebrows raised making his intentions clear
Our car couldn't be fixed and would be simply torn apart 
So what we he give us for our scrap metal a smile or a joke
That won't sustain us for long

Long seedy weeds leaned in until we recognized them 
as those frumpy villagers
involving themselves in our private quandry
Jack williams frowned with his noose clutched

Then he flipped his face around becoming...
Robin Nicholson
tension breaking joke
Showing us the error and over seriousness

We kept on laughing 
Until the weeds became ashamed and walked away
The comedy has us roaring straight into the engine
Until it fired up completely

We would get out of here after all as it idled sarcastically.
My disciples hooked Jack williams up to the thick i.v flow
We leached him dry until pale nothings, getting every drop into the tank
Then we blasted up the old wreck again with cloddish guffaws

Comfort, claws, food and wombs

 The overweight woman and the predatory cats
She was joined and cajoled by the panthers
wheedled into menage a trois
The furr silk like in daylight

At first they schemed to devour the woman whole
The woman didn't offer any resistance
Heed cats are competitve animals
killer insincts the short grass of the field ahead nods

The obese woman stroked them first
Then the two panthers started competing
Chasing one another ruthlessly
Then clawing and biting savagely

One killed the other opening him up over the short grass
entrails and blood pouring out with the last dying scowl
The woman clutched her heart as if an audience was watching
A dramatic cry from soprano throat, grief was conceded

The funeral was just a few vultures
modest and cautious encroaching gracefully
The winning panther entered the folds of the woman
Warmed itself and simulated that forgotten womb

The short grass was stained and screamed "Arousal"
Impassioned woman and Predatory cat no feasible way to make love
Knowing how the vultures would scoff
share the news with the rest of the buzzards

So they blended into the trees
and enveloped each other
The obese woman coughing up a furrball

Landed and was immediately consumed by ants

Baki the word

Baki came wrote the world of war
His rhymes and claims
Reflecting the slaughters
The new reign forming

Baki wrote in red ink
The oil of the dead and dying
Truths that pull ropes of war
Chariots and caravans to conquest

To Suleiman's ear
To echo the expansion
War, music, elegance
Words to move death