Lost Perspective

Desiccated forsaken gritty distant hideaways
Searching for deadwood buried corpses
Rubble strewn soft shoulders crumbling
Pockmarked dirt roads leading nowhere

Earth worn out wind-blown chances
Airtight hourglass overturning half-empty promises
Shifting quicksand swallowing evasive illusions
Clotted wayward snakes writhing after

Image fades roads run out
Among ditches dwindling shadows quiver
Fossilized angel traces pulsating veins
Receding hairline fractures left behind

Massage Message

Massage parlors ageless pretty maidens
Doctoring kneads to client demands
Kept company polite service providers
Fragrant wildflowers stem fantasy cells

Brassy knuckles crack stubby tipsters
Thumbnails dug in trumping spades
Craving gentler strokes swelling grope
Scrubbing ticklish foreplay bloated egg

Wearing only beads of sweat
Costume jewelry pretense neatly stowed
Limits vanish like time running
Through elusive aromatic oily finger-bones

Contoured depression nubile breasts one
Slightly bigger than the other
Baby milk gushing from aroused
Nipples suckling formula teething pacifiers

Knowing wisdom adroit digits practice
Soothing balm remedy for grief
Scales falling off shed snakeskin
Perusing brail while enduring pain

Charles Frederickson is a Pragmatic Idealist, Chronic Optimist and Heretical Believer who has wandered intrepidly through 206 countries, spreading rejuvenated roots and wings in Thailand. 60+ publications on 5 continents.

Email: Charles Frederickson

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