A Moment of Silence

Emotions flicker 
constantly
crackling across
her steaming
sub-cranial cauliflower
to burst through
a luscious     churning
              valve
with cherry-red trim
My gray-matter 
melts
to angel-hair
         in Alfredo sauce
½ cup, still plenty salty
testing my dam
of gritted teeth

When her valve 
clamps shut
eyes wide open 
perpetuate the echo
oh the joy!
(silence my mental emulsifier)
. . . . or the horror
for a she-mind 
never sleeps
wide awake

The most flammable
 fuel
for the imagination
A silent    gorgeous
         woman
leaving me to burn
in uninhibited passion 
searing guilt
or a mysterious fear

Tex DeJésus ©2011

03/09/11

* 03/09/11

Breakfast in New England

where the diner doesn't buzz

but rumbles and crashes

a vocal thunderstorm

the gray clouds are gathered

five old men at a table

blood spots on their wrinkled

cheeks and scalps

white crown molding

in-between

here comes bitter lightening

they rant

against the machine

“America doesn't have balls anymore”

say things to the waitress

sexual harassment

if they weren't grandfathers

“What came first, the chicken or the egg?”

they start over again

at the beginning.

Tex DeJésus ©2011

How They Roll

Spring is overdue
in New Hampshire
a coffee shop
is refuge
in the a.m.
watching the groggy
slide past
the storefront
alone
in insulated
snail shells
worth half
their salaries
escargot
of the gods
of Wall Street.

Tex DeJésus

Tower 1

Good Ol' Darth