Ginsberg´s supermarket

I wandered into Ginsberg´s supermarket tonight
the neon chill crawled up and down the aisles
like bony fingers rippling my spine
I saw him there standing by the plums and avocadoes
stroking Whitman´s book in one hand
and the rolling hills of cantelopes in the other
sniffing their soft mellow belllies in sensual delight
I looked away embarassed ...pathetic it was
as was my own solitary aching and so
Ι turned to leave when out of nowhere
Edgar Allan Poe appeared before me
among the hot peppers and celery stalks
gaunt and ghostly in bleak black attire
his obnoxious raven perched on his middle fleshless finger
forever croaking nevermore.. nevermore ... nevermore
as it pecked at the ripe rotting tomatoes on display
like the aging whores in Amsterdam
I hurried on a in stark terror and stumbling
tripped over good ol' Rudyard Kipling
over by the frozen food section
muttering if,if, if,if, if, if,if,if,if,if
ad nauseam ....
never a more useless word thought I
and sweeping  my gaze in another direction 
beheld Archibald Leish's armless ambidextrian midget
match in hand setting fire to his big, fat toe
I had had enough and turned to retrace my steps
when lo and behold there he was Walt Whitman himself
amidst the hanging hams and headless cows
his beard pointing to the flashing word EXIT
as if directing me to abandon my senseless search
I felt cold inside and shivering incontrollably
pulled my collar up as I made my way
through the ghastly maze of twisted corridors
then grabbing a bottle of bourbon  I hastened my step
until I got to the check out counter where stood
behind the cash register the black-hooded man twirling a giant pole
as if it were a baton at a circus side show
and taking my money showed me the exit
pointing to the wall that had no door

Like a worm

Like a worm

like a worm

you squiggle

in and out

round and about

poking here

digging there

nip a bud

trample a root

suck the sap

father baby worms

all slimy

slithery

slinking sleuths

crack the stems

crackle the leaves

devour the dung

wallop the water

plunder the soil

pilfer the pot

why should I care

after all

you are just a worm...

Jack o’ Lantern Days

Jack o’ Lantern Days

I remember there were days

All swaddled in white

And lit from within

Like smiling jack o’ lanterns

Days poised on the brink

Of a new revelation

I remember there were days

All frosted in pink

And sweet and lush at the heart

Like soft centered chocolate candy

Days lived in hushed promises

Of wonders to come

I remember there were days

All tucked away in dark corners

And lying cozy and still

Like gifts within a box

Waiting to be opened

On Christmas morning

Walk me in the rain

Walk me in the rain

let me smell the wooly moistness

of your sweater against my cheek

let me feel the velvet smoothness
of your burning cheeks against my brow

let me kiss the quaking rain drops

that cling like morning dew upon your lashes

let me trace the lacy wetness

with my icy finger tips
laugh with me, dance with me

feel the joyful tingling inside

the sweet abandon

the child-like glee

and when the rain is spent

take me home

and walk me in the rain

again....

Μου αρέσει η γύμνια σου

Μου αρέσει η γύμνια σου

Μου αρέσει η γύμνια σου

πάνω στη δίκη μου γύμνια

το πως αλείφεσαι πάνω μου

σαν μεθυστικό μυροβόλο λάδι

το πως το κορμί μου

γυαλίζει και γλιστράει 

σαν φίνο ινδικό μετάξι

το πως τυλίγεται σφικτά

στο σκληρό πυρήνα σου

το πως τα χέρια σου

σμιλεύουν απαλά το σώμα μου

και γίνομαι θεά αγαλματένια

το πως παίρνεις το στόμα μου

στο δικό σου στόμα

και μέσα σου λαίμαργα ρουφάς

την κοφτή καυτή ανάσα μου  
βαθιά πολύ βαθιά 
στο κόκκινο βυθό σου

και γίνεται μέσα σου η ανάσα μου
άνεμος και λύσσα φοβερή
και φουσκοθαλασσιά μεγάλη

αλλεπάλληλα κύματα

ψηλά στις κορυφές τους
σε εξυψώνουν

ένα ένα τα κουρσεύεις 
με μεγάλη μαεστρία

σαν έμπειρος καραβοκύρης

ωσότου έρθει  

το ένα και μοναδικό

η θεϊκή πλημμύρα 

και βουλιάξει το κατάρτι σου

και ο πόθος σου

εξαντλημένος

σε ξεβράσει στα γόνατά μου.