Took time to write today
been quite a while
forgot what to do
like sex the motion is
known but I tremble
got some coffee
miss my smokes
look at the page
remember sex
still need something
that needs said
don't I

In the summer
it's too hot to rhyme
meter's excessive
simple language is best
fiery structure should wait
until the fall.

Then the foundations can cure
slow, without cracking.

Hell, damn, shit.
Seems I scuffed my boots
on the curb when I left
your place.

Choice is the razor of
consciousness. Ain't no
safety here.

Needs said, my needs
said one thing of you
but I chose, I chose
and restraint is it.

Summer is too hot
passion sets up with
stress hiding till freeze
and the damn thing breaks.

Take me along time
polish the boot right.
Along bout I'm done
I'll be back at your door.
Sure miss my smokes
like sex, remember the
moves, but my hand
still trembles.