October 21stI'm recalling more every minutecolors across my mindscattered words and broken thoughtsthen sudden elationthe green grass of a field by a rivera dark gravel road under an open skytelevision's glow throwing light onto the worldthe calm of your room when it is the only place that existsthough they passso do they returnlet's continue.
October 14thUnder the sun, I am golden.A child born of fireI sprawl in the sunafraid of winter's coming.Under the moon, I am blue.Eyes as bright as starsyet emptyas if clouds engulfed the sky.Under the covers, I am crimson.Blood beats within my skinlips and cheeks and heart of redblinded by desire.A blessedly broken rainbowwithin every hue a flawand in every shade a terror.But in your arms, I am perfect.
October 13thIn ev'ry moment,a memory is breathing.Birth in each second.
October 12thI've broken the hearts of many a boy,(or ten or twenty)and it brings me no joy.But is all for you !(And only you.)Or the next youngling with gold a-plenty.A tinkle of laughter,a dance in the rain,I offer all this (and more)!A gentle caress,a roll in the hay?Yes, this is the life of a whore.
October 11ththe heat is pressinglight so blindingair fadingdeathBut suddenly a gust of airand my eyes open wide.There are millions of stars in the night skybut nothing can be as brightas the wonder in my eyes.Today, I walked through the fire and didn't get burned.There's a first time for everything.
October 10thrain covers my shoulderscasting the world in liquid silvermixing tears of joywith nature's embracei ran too fast to grab my shoesand you're barefoot toosoil between our toeslaughing at everythinghold me for just a momentlet me press this in my mindand when you're goneit will rain again
October 9thThe real trick is writingwhen the words are stucktoo scared to shatter everything.But the relief comeswhen I say nothingand you understand everything.
October 8thTo deter things ecclesiastical,you need not be diabolical,nor speak the dogmatical,(though you could be aristocratical).Just put on your tone angelicaland mention that it's criticalyou be on time for your sabbatical.(And then be still more enigmatical.)Mention how impracticalis their talk papistical;their book is paradoxical(bordering on mystical).And with a smile satirical,become a man empirical!And close the door; theatrical.(I'm sure this response is typical.)