Ambergris

Distilled from the waxy digestive system

Of a sperm whale’s vomit

Found floating on the ocean

Or lying on the coastline

And fermented

For 18 years

In the finest

Antique Scottish oaken casks

From a distillery since shuttered

In the early

1800’s.

Measured

And recipied

Precisely

Without flaw

For perfumery

By a family run business

In Morocco

Since the

Earlier parts

Of the 18th century.

It’s sold in markets there
For exorbitant sums.

The scent is sublime.

Heavy

Musky

And erotic.

It’s what unfailingly

Gets me laid

Until this day.

Urtica Dioica (Stinging Nettles) “out of this nettle, danger, we pluck this flower, safety” -Henry IV, Part 1, Act II, Scene 3

Give me the spring sting of the nettle

Long before it’s flowering

When the poison

Is at it’s strongest

Dripping from
Young

Red brown 

Hypodermic needle hairs

Hanging from the dorsal side

Of green toothy serrated leaves

Perrenial parasthesia

Setting in

Numbing

This bitter winter

Past

Waltz (Valz)

Tonight

This pirate swings from chandeliers

Like a child on 

A jungle gym.

Lusty rummy eyes

Torched.

Vulgar

But Sweet.

You tell me you love me

Besides my appalling behaviour

And toast to it

Earnestly

But tell me 

I’d better turn it down a notch.

Right then

I’m hanging

Predominantly naked

From a most elaborate

Venetian crystal chandelier

Handmade by

Barovier & Toso

In 1725.

Too late.

The owner is drunk

And laughing

Amongst

A bevy of loud female companions.

Whether he takes 

Notice of me or not

I don't care.

But I can tell

By the look in your eyes

That I need to tone 

It down a notch

Or two

Or there’s gonna be 

Hell to pay.

Torture

I stepped on a piece of glass

On the marble floor

In the bathroom

And jumped

Onto my other foot

Quickly pulling the shard out

Of the flesh of my sole

Watching the blood trickle

Onto the white below.

It was part of the tube of a small vile.

In the back of my head

Running like a poor quality homemade movie

I saw you several days before

Standing at the bathroom sink

Getting ready for work.

I was in the shower.

You pulled back the curtain.

“I dropped a glass vial and it broke.”

You told me.

“I’ll have to vacuum it up later.  I’m running late.”

I stop the bleeding

And wipe up the spattered blood.

I text you

“Stepped on glass in bathroom.”

Moments pass.

“OMG!  I think it’s my fault.  That tiny bottle I dropped and forgot to vacuum.”

“I know.  I’ll live.  ;) ”

I replied.

“There’s worse ways you can hurt me.”

“And better.  ;-P”

-H-

to be capturing you

through the elements

of a camera lens

smeared with

just a bit of petroleum jelly

for dreamy effect

your lovely radiance

flowering on the warm sand

of Gunnison Beach

naked 

save for my wide

fedora

woven from palm fronds

by a 

bronzed expat

in Puerto Rico

for ten dollars

several years ago

you have no idea

how beautiful you are to me

and if you do

even you cannot make this winter

go away

soon enough

Mercury Porn

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Breach Of Privilege

Mercurial vapor pas cher ... growth target at 7.5 percent 

Moon coordinates -- 22º42'38.46"N and 142º34'44.52"E 

Mare Moscoviense

FD&C Yellow #5

Artemisia absinthium

10g Chinese Star Anise (fruit/flower) (Japanese variety is poisonous)

Alter Ego Hair Fetish

Formulation Liquid Art 1N (Coal Mine)

Danneman’s Imperial Cigarillo

Limited Navigation

Antiphony

Fear Therapy

Chronic-Obsessive-Romance-Disorder

Visual Heat Index Rating Scale

“Your many views of her profile suggest an emerging obsession.”

100 K (-173°C; -280°F) Night Equatorial

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Mesmerella

Oceanic Circulation

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Gas Station

This gas station 

Has the cheapest gas 

In town.

But there is a prick

There

That I run into

Quite often

And he’s always disciplining me.

He always waits

Until I pay

And THEN reprimands me

Like a child.

He points to the signs on the pumps

Like I’ve EVER gotten out of the car

And taken the time 

To read those.

The first time it was because I left my engine running.

Which is AGAINST THE LAW

Which I knew

But most places

Don’t give a shit.

The next it was because I had my radio playing

With the engine off

Because at this point

I knew that he didn’t like 

The engine on

While he was pumping gas.

It is the cheapest place in town.

Tonight

He just railed me.

Again

While he’s handing me my receipt

That I can’t be using my cell phone

While he’s pumping gas.

My engine and radio were off.

I said

“WHAT?”

He pointed to the sign

On the pump

And to be honest

I don’t even know what it said.

I looked at him

Straight in the eye

And said

“You’re a prick.  I can buy gas a gazillion other places around here.  Why are you busting

  my balls?”

He didn’t know what to say.

I took my receipt

Started up my engine

Turned up the radio real loud

Lit a cigarette

Making sure he could see it

And pulled outta there

Knowing I was never 

Gonna get gas 

Cheaper anywhere else.

Mr. Charlie

Mr. Charlie

Caught an eel

Off of the Hendrixon’s dock

At the bend in the river.

He was trying for catfish

But the eel must’ve 

Been hiding under a root

Or in the crevice of a rock

And got first dibs

On the chicken livers

Mr. Charlie

Dangled from 

A cheap used pole

He bought in the thrift section

Of the gas station

In town.

The eel was oily

With bottom-feeding slime

And lively

With consternation

Wrapping itself 

Around Mr. Charlie’s arm

Tightly.

He struggled to work the sucker off

Pressing down

At the back of it’s head

With his worn boot

To get the hook 

From the eel’s mouth.

He worked his pliers 

At the steel hook

Like a skilled surgeon

And held it up in the air

For inspection

After freeing it.

He made quick work

Of getting

The apode

Into the pail

Of river water

That sat next to him.

Mr. Charlie’s ‘Jaunt’ cologne was strong

In the afternoon heat

Overpowering the smell of eel slime

Chicken livers

And fish bones on the shore

As he wondered what the Mrs.

Was going to think

About having eel

For dinner that night.

So, How Did The Verve And The Beach Boys End Up In My Dream Last Night

I’m not a chronicler

Of dreams.

I actually don’t remember most dreams

Because I’m riddled

With anxiety

And just want to sleep.

I take a lot of herbs to do so.

I can recall 

Dreams of deep importance.

Where I’m flying

Or my life is in jeopardy.

So how is it

That I woke up this morning

Remembering

Two incredibly

Beautiful songs

That were in the soundtrack 

To my dreams last night.

I haven’t listened 

To either of them in years.

But

Somehow

The Verve’s

Most consumate song

‘Already There’

From their first album

Before they became famous

Was really ‘there’.

Ghostly.

Balmy 

Like the wind

On a beach or a desert.

Ethereal.

Bottomless.

Spiraling.

The melodic bassline.

The shimmery

Echoing guitars

Like the Cocteau Twins.

The swirling voice

Ebbing

Between the enchanting

Music.

Followed 

By one of the most alluring

Haunting 

Songs

Of all time.

‘Lonesome Sea’

By the Beach Boys.

I couldn’t have been a better REM DJ.

Brian Wilson’s 

Slow...

Deliberately very slow...

Overly drawn out cadence

Mixed with peaceful background vocals

Catch the waves

Rolling over and over

Ebbing

In the moonlight

Doo Wop style.

You can get lost 

In this song

As short

As it is.

You will want to replay it

Over and over.

Crying softly for yourself

And the music.

Unknown perfection.

Wonton

And lazy.

I woke up.

And I remembered these songs

Specifically.

I don’t remember the context

At all.

But I slept like a baby.