down by state line,
buy my liquor
& bide my time;
bourbon burdens
at tequila sunrise.

squeezed —
like wedge of lime,
rum & coke thought crimes
that wake up by roadside.

see double & die twice,
head out in front of headlights;
a crossing guard
that dresses up & imbibes
down by state line.

the memory keepers
awaken the sleepers,
give rise to those
lost loves still eager —
to invade our memories
like a seeping ether…
they arrive
as true believers
and all time seers,
peace love doves
that are also palm readers;
holding our hand
until we understand
we’re all keepers.

my apprehension
reaches new dimension,
find self in breathless mentions.

upon further comprehension,
half-full glass glistens —
no inner dissension;
give permissive permission
to just listen.

love is friction,
no matter intention;
it’s an imprecise incision
that cuts into my dimension.

age old day —
out on display,
ripe for dismay.

wilted & pained,
rotten we decay;
life fails us that way.

disgruntled will
what you may;
a deadbeat downplay.

pour in sun —
warmth conveys
your inner array.

breathe breaths,
oxygen mainstay;
live to purvey.

your light lit —
lifts my life today.

oh genre bender —
cover me in hot wax,
place me in your blender;
make my hidden tracks react
like a bootlegged sinner.

oh genre bender —
turn your tables on me,
drape your toned arm
across my tender tonality;
press play on me,
let your muses render
a new kiss cut tapestry.

Oh genre bender —
place me on your platter,
trace my grooves
and spin me relentlessly;
scratch my back half,
forcing my surrender
so no one plays after me.

Oh genre bender —
once play is exhausted
raise my needle needlessly;
a hard test press
inside your slit sleeve;
I feel your splendor,
my tremolo reverberates endlessly.

Oh genre bender —
you’re pitch perfect for me;
your belt-drive blender
makes return to sender
no longer a possibility.