A DROP OF

LIPS STICK What is in a kiss? vision, words, traveled miles. times when you can't stand that you're apart. exploits, milestones, dreams, a heart a voice, a walk, all unopened files. Me You We Tout What is in a singular kiss? Fresh on fresh, Mesh of flesh. a golden moment, total bliss. breath, air, scent, lips, touch, a pair. With both arms both clutch though faint from hold feel strong, consoled. What is it that is in a kiss? the vast chasm of our abyss and more. Armand Hamouth

ONE VIEW

ALONE WITH CAUSE Then let me rip it all out A one on one bout Reach in deep Take the leap Use a shiny steel spade On this empty arcade I’ll shovel the works Where loneliness lurks After all there is a particular allure To catatonic and nothing to endure Armand Hamouth

THIS WORLD OF ONES

IN THE STILL OF THE KNIGHT Now that you are gone, WHO will every morn, lift the sun, unveil the sky, etch in the clouds? WHO will paint the rainbow? Now that 'US' is just a word. No longer with you as ONE, alone I try to wind up the metal toys, and cut out paper dolls, but with the beach swept from under my feet the child in me flees. Instead now rusted, a fools gold chain of loneliness hangs around my neck like a noose. Mourns a union that once had breath, a twosome, that now is dead. AND the moon no longer smiles, the stars no longer wink. In this decade of one, hope is a wick less candle AND THE NIGHT IS JUST THE DAY WITH OUT LIGHT. Armand Hamouth

FINGER PAINTS

A HUE OF BLUE A friend and I, Colors rule Abundant blues own my beating carmine. a lighting design of a million hues compliments our stage of wooden varnishes. It's passionate reds designed set Written, Directed, Produced and Performed by Nature Our Mother Our Creator. Under the heat of Gold barefoot on beige grains I hold her fallow fingers A Friend true sapphire. Bite Viridian Rind surrounded Amaranth juices magnolia and blush flow And finally we touch magenta and wave a tea rose goodbye. Friends true. I stay in the multi-colored safety of this very real daydream. Watch an eggplant sunset our mother by my side. In time stroll home the yellow bright of before is now retired. This ebony eve an intense black is lamp lit, at least a guided path, all else an eerie void of view. So I march to a silent beat. Reflect on a colored day. Thank a colorful heaven for my angel pure. A friend held my flesh, rose glassed my depressed state, and I make it through another cobalt day Armand Hamouth

The Pleasure Of Sin

SNAKE MIND I love women the passion of a Stallion in the wild I love women a passion true and tried disrobe them with my teeth Massage them with nimble hands Spank her, beneath Caress her strands Pull her to me decisively Kiss with the touch of an Angel Raise the ante Listen to the beating of her Candle Hold her against a wall and take her smell her hair peaches and cream Cross her border Cuddle her dream Shove in Laugh, just us with the force of a Kingpin Stare at her eyes, flawless Make her yell over and over again Float on clouds while linked tear my flesh off, amen! as one, distinct! I love women I love women Armand Hamouth

On My Still Life Birth

Insanity In Progress I walk blindly, I think to the offbeat of the music in Mother Natures breath My head always up I fell into a puddle O negative The blood type My Lord I’m not sure but I felt a tip of sharp I got out just as the blood started to boil. It was too late I had been tainted. Next I’m sure that I fainted When I awoke I was in a porcelain tub of water Surely this was better then the former Still the water The water was drenched in in life juice. I drained it. I refilled it. Once again, it was stained dark red Four more times I repeated Finally the water was clear But when I looked at my reflection There she was, an Angel Blue. And yes they do have wings. Just then he appeared Touched the fragile dove She disintegrated into dust And then none His eyes were a platinum blue He must have been at least Eleven feet tall To be honest he He resembled a God Pure muscle His skin the whitest the whitest I had ever seen He was naked Naked and not one hair on him not any where No eyebrows or eyelashes No hair The most striking of all his features He had no genitals He had no cavities. At that moment I thought back to the burning pool of cells At that moment I thought I must have signed with the devil But, where were his horns, his pitchfork, He was perfectly still He opened his eyes wide My lord I felt him That is the only time I felt him And then he was gone And then I was liquid And then I rained through a drain through an endless waterway So here I am my Lord Squarely in front of you I know no more than than this. As for me, I am a predator of sex But I only prey My lord I only prey on the willing. My colors? Black and gold Gold and black They are are are my colors of choice. Sometimes, I replace the gold with silver Black and silver I never use any other colors Never I am predisposed To those two choices If that is a crime Than I am guilty I wish I could say more in In my defense But that is all there is to say. I mean my lord that is all I know, My Lord! Armand Hamouth

MISTER SANDMAN

Hey you, Dream Weaver! My imagination is on overdrive and my dreams especially took a nosedive. Every one painted a shade of black. Come on Mister Sandman, cut me some slack. The night is too vivid for me and the day is to dull to be or not to be. Do you see what I mean I am even copying from the cream. It is impossible from them to steal. Go ahead inspire me, don’t make me kneel. This creativity of mine rides like a unicorn. Now that hurts! From where I am sitting I can feel his horn. I really need to write. How about just a bite? Even a nibble, Please! Let me build with ease. You know that I won’t ask you twice. Oh hell yes I will, even trice. I am desperate and in need. Can you send me even a lead? Oh! Yo! Dream Stalker. Or is it walker? Or Sir, if you will. How about a pill? I have to dig, or dance a jig, that’s what I do, create. So cast, I’ll take the bait. Armand Hamouth