Missed Connection – Sweaty In Union Square

You’re my missed connection –
            not once, but many times
In running shoes with bright, orange laces –
            a welcomed distraction for my mind.

Counting hours in the morning

            ‘til I might see your face –
Some savory eye candy
            in a hot ‘n’ sweaty place.

You’re my missed connection –

            not once, but many times
A mere smile and quick hello
            got me weak-kneed every time.

I had whole conversations

            sealed behind these grinning lips;
Couldn’t help but sit and wonder
            the taste of a first kiss.

You’re my missed connection –

            not once, but many times
Watching you workout –
            glad apodyopsis is not a crime.

Eyes locked and darted, dancing

            in mirrors around the room;
Body heat and pulse rising –
            enough to make me swoon.

You’re my missed connection –

            not once, but many times
I only wish I’d had the nerve
            to towel whip you from behind!

  

~kfu

Dried Petals Of Me

Souls met and melted snow one, bleak, cold winter.

My heart still sings from words and jokes remembered.

But, oh, what Time quickly dried and blew away –

Those buds that bloomed two, blissful weeks in May.

 

~kfu

Dance Of the Dead

Sinking into a snare of

Spider spun cotton,

Contaminating my head,

Navigating the Dance Of the Dead

To the velvety ropes of the underground

Where snakes slither and play

With poison dripping from dagger-like fangs

Through a venomous IV

Meant to silence me.

 

 

~kfu

New Yuck City

“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with big, green eyes.
“I’m tired of bed,
And people have said
The city’s alive all night!”


“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with joy in her eyes.
“Where jazz plays in parks,
Drowning out little dogs’ barks,
And buildings launch through the sky!”


“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with a glint in her eye.
“Where art’s splayed on streets,
And all the people you meet
Sound like international spies!”


“I’m off to New York City,”
Said the girl with a smile in her eyes.
“Where cupcake shops
Crème-fill my every sweet spot
‘Til a sugar rush shoots me high as a kite!”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with sad, green eyes.
“Where everyone shoves past
Too furious and fast –
No attempt at acting polite.”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with doleful eyes.
“Where sidewalks are piled
With garbage for miles,
Smelling like something died!”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with a tear in her eye.
“Where homeless lay claim
To their street corners in shame
As tourists snap shots of their plight.”


“I’m back from New York City,”
Said the girl with fear in her eyes.
“Where dirty critters run amuck
‘Til the only thought that stuck
Was GET ME OUT OF NEW YUCK!”






~kfu

 

Bookmarked

I opened a chapter.

You taught me to read.

Then, a book without words

Is all you left me.

I vowed to fill it

With words of my own.

But those pages lay empty

Years after you’ve gone.

 

 ~kfu

One Hour

If we shared only an hour,

            would it be okay?

Because I love another

            the other hours of the day.

 

 ~kfu

Rapid Fire

Match flame set to wick.

Two fires ignite into one.

Quick is the stick spent

And the heat’s just begun.

 

~kfu

Death

(A haiku collection)

Red light bleeds through snow

Covered sirens screaming

Murder in the night!

_

Shadows follow you

Down dark, side streets in the

Town where no one sleeps.

_

Lines in the ceiling

Plaster crack around her eyes

Showing signs of age.

 

~kfu

Coffee

(A haiku collection)

O, espresso bean

Covered in dark chocolate

The adult lifesaver

_

Morning’s brown, ground bean

Coaxing my body from bed

Stimulating business

_

As the sun rises

I drink her in, light and sweet

Wet ladyfingers

~kfu

The Subway

(A haiku collection)

My concrete cocoon

Of dark tunnels transforms me --

Urban butterfly

_

Subway announcements

Like Chinese fortune cookies

Reveal missed connections

_

Your face flickers by

An abstract watercolor

On subway tiles

~kfu

The Cell

Shine a light into my private cell

A rented, cold slab of decay

Where I landed unexpectedly

When floors crumbled, giving away

Lying still in suffocating darkness

That hanged like a man in the room

All stars and sky blocked out of view

These concrete blocks sealing my tomb

Where carefree laughter died mute

And dreams were chased away

By bottles of mind-numbing dolls

Whose potions kept pain at bay

Shine a light into my private cell

So it might pierce this consumptive black hole

Igniting trampled embers of hope

In a beaten and broken soul

If you shine a light into my private cell

I promise to hold on

Lift these lids up to another day

Bidding raven skies be gone

~kfu

Unseen

The blind beggar in the subway car

With his ossified, outstretched hand

Clenching a torn and weathered, brown, paper bag

Containing two, dull and silver coins

Stumbles over the outstretched feet of weary riders

Refusing to meet his face

And knows his unseeing eyes

Will forever be unseen

~kfu

Delivery

The sun-baked, delivery boy on a beat up bike

Blazing down busy, one-way streets

Ignoring every traffic rule and sign

Cutting off the lady cursing him through clenched teeth

Jumping curbs so food slops on carton tops

Swearing as he climbs the stairs of city walk-ups

Finally, huffs at your door on the fifth floor

With a pain in his chest

Because you’re passed out, piss drunk on the couch

Too far gone to hear him knocking

So all you’ll get is the angry message he left

Found crusted on your front door.

~kfu

Pee Shy

Excuse the flush; pink, wet cheeks ‘n’ all

I’m cowering in this corner stall

Please, turn the faucet – drip, drip, drip

I’ll never know how men do this prick-to-prick!

~kfu

The Slumlord

He sits behind a desk

A greedy man without a face

Collecting check after check

For each tiny, decrepit place

He seeks tenants with deep pockets

New York real estate isn’t cheap

People take everything they own and hawk it

For a sliver of space to sleep

Those crying pipes and faucets

Will never cease to drip

On moldy walls he’ll slap some paint

A Band-Aid is his tool kit

Repairs and renovations

Not things he cares about

Even vermin and dilapidation

Rarely provoke tenant walkouts

Play checkers with loose tiles

Hide ‘n’ seek with nocturnal pests

What’s wrong with this equation?

All these non-rent paying guests!

But he’ll never budge a bit on rent

Because of these infractions

You’ll have to learn to suck it up

When it comes to slumlord inaction

He sits behind a desk

A greedy man without a face

If a nice home is where you want to rest

I suggest you move posthaste!

~kfu

Broken Circuit

I am

A broken circuit

Blinking

On-off-on-off

On-on-on

On all night

My brain

Like the city

Never sleeps

Flashing, buzzing

Like a bright,

Street sign

Screaming

DANGER

Tripping

Feet like fuses

Lighting up

Like fireworks

Under

Little dogs

And toddlers

I am

A drunken

Skinny cow

Disease

Stumbling

On-on-on

On all night

An inconvenience

In this

24/7

Convenience store

Serving

Atrophied meat

To the

Walking dead

That raid the

Aisles and ATMs

I am

A bundle of

Nerves

Zip-zapping

On-on-on

On all night

Like city traffic

Burning

Coursing

Through my veins

Ebbing

Flowing

Crashing

Causing limbs to

Bounce

Thrash

Tense

Like maimed

Pedestrians

Scattered

On crosswalks

I am

Swerving

Off course

On this

Hypersensitive

Central

Nervous

Highway

System

Driving

On-on-on

On all night

I am

The city

That never sleeps

~kfu

Warrior Marks

A lover once told me

as I covered up the marks

on my marred alabaster skin

that scars are beautiful battle wounds

that prove you survived

fighting a difficult fight.

But I have a myriad of scars

that make me shudder

the worst of which no man can see

because they’re hidden deep inside

where they multiply and intensify

waging war on me

cutting closer and closer

to my delicate core

carving visible flaws

in my body’s design

redirecting its course

so that it opposes and fails me

and finally, brought to my knees,

I wonder how much strength

it will take to fight this inner battle

against me, for me

and how beautiful

winning this war would be.

~kfu

All Is Not Dead

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

Lifting lids from a lazy slumber

Winter’s spell I’d fallen under

Now new life springs from near death

Exhaling a potent, perfumed breath

Pollen lips upon my skin

Honeyed warmth comes flowing in

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

Lifting lids from a lazy slumber

Winter’s spell I’d fallen under

Words once stuck like gum to shoe

Now sprout from my brain like life anew

Winding the grid – north, south, east, west

To the rooftop I love best

Showering down on Tompkins’s lawn

Blanketing Earth in a lazy yawn

A picnic of food for thought

Nourishing life I thought near lost

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

A vignette of Manhattan in spring

My senses are savoring

Bikers buzz by like busy bees

Love birds neck under canopied trees

All this I observe from a five-story seat

Better than any weekend Hampton retreat

All is not dead

On the streets or in my head

Basking under springtime rays

I hope for more of these blissful days

~kfu

The Immigrant

The immigrant

who owns the coffee cart

near Union Square

speaks Arabic with my friend,

laughing and flashing his decaying teeth

as he tells her she works too hard

and drinks too much

caffeine

~kfu

Groundhog Day

Disheveled hair and dress

O, what a beautiful mess!

Sleep walking into a sweaty state

Grunting, groaning, heartbeat soaring

Am I dreaming?

Am I dressed?

Yes, in yesterday’s clothes

The same as a day, two days, a week ago

Press rewind; repeat

Ready, set, go!

No, I forgot my shoes

Spent too many times hitting snooze

In a delirious, dreaming state

I scream, but do not wake

Run, run, run!

That hamster wheel

Count the fluffy, white sheep

Laughing in my face

As I struggle to stand

Time stuck still

If I jump, will I land

On two feet

In glacial waters

Flowing red across my chest

Am I dead?

No, but barely alive, at best.

~kfu

The Gift Of Enlightenment

Darkness.

Fear erupts suddenly from the depths of their bowels, causing a wave of nausea to wash over them in one, swift, sickening second – bodies tremble.

Confidence radiates threateningly from Her commanding figure as She scrutinizes the scared, shuddering subjects displayed in front of Her – body erect.

_

Panic surges forth, releasing a jolt of adrenalin to their bloodstream, coating the surface of their stripped skin with a saline sheen and filling their heads with a rhythmic thud that drowns out all other sounds – hearts pound.

Calm follows Her every movement as She skillfully and deliberately binds and restrains Her paltry victims whose perfectly pale and primed bodies beg for toying and disciplining as their lips plead for mercy – heart freezes.

_

Helplessness emerges as jaws are popped open and stuffed snuggly with gags while hands and feet are bound together tightly; arms anchored securely overhead, leaving them dangling languidly like puppets on a string to perform mutely for their mistress – blood drains.

Excitement springs forth like a feline to its prey, causing Her heart to pound, heaving Her chest up over the confines of Her tightly laced corset.  Her stern hand gripping and snapping a stiff, leather crop against the heel of Her black, patent boot.  Arousal titillating Her flesh as She soaks in the sight of Her sorry subjects – blood surges.

_

Pain shoots out like electricity from every nerve ending, causing their muscles to tense and tighten in a spastic dance.  Their bodies marked targets for torture, enduring smacking and jostling, prodding and poking like piñatas at a sadistic party.  Both guy and doll sway to and fro, heads bowed low, hot salt water springs erupting forth, streaking red, roughed-up faces and raw skin branded with crimson colored wounds and welts – flesh stings.

Pleasure envelopes Her entire body, bringing Her heightened senses to a violent climax as She finishes off the unmasking of the pretenders – flesh inflames.

_

Respect surfaces and attitudes change as the humility and pain seep deep into the core of their badly beaten bodies – egos shatter.

Distain replaces infatuation as her subjects lie abraded and exposed on the cold, hard ground for the world to witness the rawness of their imperfections – ego soars

Enlightenment.

~kfu

The City That Never Sleeps

1AM

Heat hissing from a corner steam pipe in my room

Wakes me like a nightmare on Elm Street

But this is Alphabet City, NYC, not a Freddy Krueger film

Where the screaming is not coming from my mouth

But from the deep throat of a woman four floors down

Breaking into my room through a slit of open glass

Quickening my pulse and tying up my insides

Because I know those not to be screams of fear

But extreme ecstasy the likes of which have not

Inflamed my lips to such passion in months

But who’s counting?

The ticking clock by my bedside, perhaps

Marking the minutes of my celibacy and her rush to God

Oh, God!

She’s coming at 1:22AM

On a Friday night

When church is closed

But this is the city that never sleeps

And apparently, nor do I

~kfu

Memory Of a Nightcap

All around Hotel Gansevoort’s rooftop terrace

A city lit up with liquid neon in its veins

Canoodling couples let libations lasciviously slip

From nectared lip to nectared lip

And all that ever stays with me

Once morning lifts her lusty lash

Is the beauty of this unimaginable place

Shared with some handsome, nameless face

~kfu