We met across
an ocean of internet
a blip or a wink or a
hello
his name is Tyler
a boyish name for
collegiate star he stands tall
with a chest which fans
out onto powerful shoulders
armor is his belly
slender hips hold halves
of flesh behind
languid legs dissolve
into long feet
his whispers call me
across the oceans
prompting responses
from me

Inspiration
is a drug to which
I’m addicted it’s the
marblesque figure
the porcelain skin
plump rose lips
and luxurious
to the hand
plush velvet
I yearn
for Inspiration’s
arousal
that lifting of desire
the escalation of
creativity which boils
over
onto the
blank
page

I’m new to this
again writing is new
with new words like
concoctions from the
goblet steaming boiling
popping
words are more like
bread and less than
toast which is light
and crisp

I went to the beach
today sitting in the parking
lot my walker couldn’t
traverse the craggy shore
cars stopped started and
parked next to me
sometimes obscuring
my view other times
I saw sunset

Men swirl around
me like debris in a
cyclone too many
to even reach out
and touch they’ll hurt
me if I discover a hand
to hold a foot to tickle
they fly by just thumb
prints of themselves
a fracture of themselves
their best part their best
shot their best torso
they whir past me
like carnival rides
or cotton candy machines
the men spinning into
sugar