Shovel It (Love Shit)

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“Rest Stop” M. Murphy 1996. Photograph.

Shovel It (Love Shit)


A collection of 35 poems. Spontaneous, sustained afterglow effect; Spewing a Writ-of-Detinue, of mandamus fantasy and marginal experience.

This book deals with the topic of Love. And how it is viewed from the many different lenses we see through, and the masks we adorn ourselves with to enhance the “whatever you want to call it” factor of attraction.

No matter who you are with, give it your all. Don’t ever be afraid to speak your mind and don’t criticize one another baselessly, for that is what you reflect; Moreover, listen to what each other has to say, not just verbally; and, seek to find resolve by embracing your personal differences to strengthen your common bonds. By all means, be interactive.

Sterilization of the moment is the realization that we, as humans, are driven to procreate, then to nest, then to move on. Those that stay and linger do so for love; in its infinite definitions.

Separately; Men conquer, Women collect. Male and Female, Ying and Yang, Alpha and Omega. It is the delicate balance of the two made whole that works the magic and defies all known description.

As for the cover photo

This was 1995, on the way to New Orleans and Mardi-Gras, perhaps in Tennessee along route 81. Stage one of a non-stop road trip, lasting a lifetime in the duration of 18 plus hours, in a Toyota Tercel. Then it was off to Daytona, then back home to our Nation’s Capital. I swear, I must have listened to Led Zeppelin III over thirty times in the span of seven days.

While at a gas station, filling up and emptying out, I made this picture; probably 10 hours into the opening stretch of this one particular journey. The image stood as a metaphor for the way my mind had perceived the synthesis of the relationship I was in at the time.

I had just driven through a horrendous storm. The pelting rain; battering the little Toyota like Niagara Falls. And, the wind had made itself visible by adorning tree limbs, trash cans, and road signs. The once invisible specter of turbulence now had physical substance and I was driving directly in to its path. For 8 hours in the middle of the night, the storm unrelenting from Winchester, Virginia all the way into Tennessee, along the Shenandoah Valley.

Those 8 hours foreshadowed the next eight months that were to follow. You do your best to steer clear of the debris you can see coming at you, and hope that what you don’t see doesn’t blindside you.

We all have to clean up the messes we make along the way; Love Shit, Shovel It.

Enjoy,

M. Murphy

 

BOOK FOUR – SHOVEL IT (LOVE SHIT)


 Sacrificial Woes

My sacrificial woes beg

To unopened eyes, along the edge of the world

I remember a moment

Don’t forget moments

 

The bodies swayed

To the rhythm of the night

And the heartbeat of the rain

Holy dance, fruitful paradise

 

What aires linger about

Stagnant and polluted

Whose hands be it

Pushing

 

Our Door

Our door has started to open

And the light inside is blinding

 

To find a part of you, you find a part of me

 

Our door has started to open

With every passing day

Passion and love will reign the day

It’s open all the way

 

The Effect

Although, the effect does wear off

The compulsion still exists

The finish line is there

The race is not a race

‘tis cloud, the mind

The endurance task

 

The time will hath not measure

For years it will seem

As for the past

Slipping quickly through junctions

Going by like water and falling snow

Filling in the cracks

 

Round peg, round hole

Square for square

Hands in hands

Lips to lips

Arms on arms

Bodies tangled

 

The cry of love

Deafening silence

Screaming without voice

The song

Poking the needles

In the appropriate places

 

A Voice

A voice

Of settling calm

Tone of serious imply

 

Know just how far to reach

The jar on the shelf

Your eyes know the distance

 

The Eyes

The eyes took me in

To a place like home

Warm soft, inviting

And deadly mysterious

 

A smile and a deep breath

The exhale of a spring day

With its eternal distraction

To usher in the summer heat

 

Wishes and dreams

As a small child would

Love and desire

What hope is for

 

Like To Touch

I’d like to touch you if I might

Your eyes sweet tastes of wine

And I’m drunk falling in your arms

 

C’mon and hold me till I die

Wash away the tears I cry

I won’t question why

But my love will simplify

 

I’d like to hold you if I may

Your lips paralyze my walking stride

And I’ve died kneeling at your feet

 

C’mon and hold me for tonight I lay

In bed with the sheets pulled away

We sleep like spoons side by side

Dishing up love, slice of pie

 

Train Of Love

Is it a train of love?

Of vanity wants

Car after car

As far

As you can see

 

Will love catch me?

Unaware

At the crossroads

Of indecision

Like it always has

 

Am I just a wanton fool?

Sick and deranged

Such as my companions

Know me

Caught unaware

 

Take Me

Take me from this place

Remove my tidings bind

Leave the strings behind me

‘Tis love I need to find

 

I’m stretched and pulled apart

For the right of the right, of the right

I’ve given too much already

I nearly lost my sight

 

I will not be needed

And I know I will be missed

My family means so much to me

But I dream for what I wished

 

Get out of this love hate state

Into more serene

To flow my ebbing senses

And love out my dream

 

Right Now

Right now there are no doubts

Of where I want to be

But I need to see you soon

From this place I will flee

 

Moving like a slow calm wind

To fill your luscious sails

Sail upon your sea of love

A surface leave no trails

 

The force that pulls me to you

Getting wilder every day

But I need to see you soon

That’s all I have to say

 

Barefoot

Will we walk

One day

Hand in hand

 

Barefoot

 

Through the sands of life

On the beach of togetherness

Alongside an ocean of love

 

I’ve thought this

From the moment I met you

 

My arms open up to greet you

They rest in a treasure

Of woven silk

 

Whispering

This new day greet’eth me

Sun shining

Through my open door

The shadowed pattern on my floor

 

Ever rising

 

Children walking by my stoop

They see everything

Chaperones

Miss so much

 

Of the view

 

Did anyone take notice

How love and joy

Spilled out my open door

The shadowed pattern on my floor

 

Whispering

 

Apparent

I took a walk

To clear my thoughts

Of the ever apparent

 

I could smell somebody bar-b-queing

 

That warmth

Of a thousand memories

Woven between fresh cut grass

 

Making things ever apparent

 

Water Lilies

Water lilies

Float on endlessly

They sunk when a stone was thrown

 

Ripples

 

Was all that was left

It should not be right

For they won’t rise up

The world will stay down

 

All is under

 

May Day

May Day, May Day

My basket case

Hung around my doorway

 

The lilies bloom

The petals flow

Reminding me of you

 

A neighborhood counsel

Judges each basket

No psychiatrist will

 

Shave Off

A stirring calmness surrounds me

I tremble upon reflection of you

Knees shaking with an unknown joy

A mystery that is binding, as

No other contract is able

And I woke in the morning

To an empty bed with lonely arms

The waiting s both killing and kind

Whiskers itching my face remind me

To shave off the years between us

 

Gas

I woke with a terrible pain in my stomach

Gas I suppose

Interrupted my dream of you

 

Crawling, pacing, hurting

Shaking and trembling

Never ceasing

 

Still needing to work

Still needing to dream

 

I clean for therapy

The gas man knocks on my door

Here to turn on my gas

 

After two months

When the day I want

My gas turned off

 

Still crawling and pacing

Shaking and trembling

 

Poem A Day

A poem a day

Till we say

Hello

Face to face

 

Treasure, our love

Forever, my love

No boundaries

For the undying

 

Your petite belly

Tattooed of lust

My body

Tower of passion

 

The dream unfolds

Music

Our anointed souls

Lost to it

 

The grace of your neck

Welcome

My tender kisses

Finding home

 

Across The Miles

Easy to visualize

Living with you in the future

Feeling now

How right it seems to be

 

I see loving you

As I see I always have

Came naturally to me

To say I love you

 

I reach across the miles

Between us

Put my arms around you

And stay there

 

So I don’t get knocked to my knees

‘Tis you that I must please

Surrender unto thee

I am at your command

 

Parade

I think of you, like I always do

Went to the circle this morning

The parade came by

As I drank my tea

 

I miss you today

In bed we could lay

Or walk amongst the trees

Hand in hand

 

The silence would speak for us

 

Hunny

Although it seems I cannot stop

Thinking about you comes easily

Shop till you drop

My friend

 

The ways get so complicated

Patience wears thin

My one agenda

To be emancipated

 

The ease and comfort

Of your friendship

Atonement

And forgiveness

 

Awkward timing

Not out of place

Grabbing at the re-set

Winding hands together

Winding hands, holding hands

Playing bread and butter

(not) Often shall we trip and fall

And get back up again

 

My friend of time

Gone by no more

Hibernation complete

Where’s the hunny

 

No Body

No body

To write about love

Too right about love

All wrong

Smeggeriffic curses

Jizzmatotious eyes

Beaming out boners

One eye, one eye

Getcher’ one eye here

Watch it they spit

What a crock-o-shit

 

Darling

Darling, you send me

Eyes from thirty feet

Squinting

Of sorry, not me

Refrigerator light purse

From across the bar

Sign up at the door

For consensual sex

All bars should have

Fuck rooms

And bathrooms

Pick your scent

Smell it out

Human animal

 

Horse Race

No different than a horse race

You place your odds

You make the bet

Long shot to win

The big payoff

Belly up to the bar

Bet on the horsies

Which one should be shot

Which one pasture to stud

Blinders and peering eyes

Fanfare

Vomitrotious

Beautiful high stakes

Against all odds

 

Six To Nine

Six to nine

Can play the game

So erotic

 

With the device

Automated

Dairy cow milker

 

That’s hole milk

Got milk

Pearly white mustache

 

Have you seen

Me, nutritional values

Like the concern

 

Milky Treats

Milky treats

Come to me

Both of you

To please me

Looking for my mouth

Seeking out my hands

Petted like a lamb

 

Tied To Me

Tied to me

Your hands bound behind you

You cannot see, for the mask

All too willingly

Spread your legs to me

And tell me all about it

 

The hair, how it hides

And outlines

 

The gentle curves

Of supple flesh

Moistened by my tongue

 

You would like to take me in

For the night

To occupy the deepest room

In your cottage bungalow

 

Thighs

Thighs work up a sweat

Surrounding the treasure

Buried within

 

A sweet furry blend

Smoothness to the end

Grooved for my tongue

 

I can smell you

In heat

Beg to give meat

 

The inches hide away

Hips slide this way

Nestle deep inside you

 

Ball Sack

Sweaty ball sack

Private aroma

A long, long ride

Thick and wet

 

Head out

Spitting and drooling

Bobbing

Up and down

 

Tower of strength

Blood flow

Vein popping

Miss directed

 

Smooth

Salty taste

So I’m told

Too good

 

Velvet folds

Layered

Pungent

Pudding

 

Looking for a spot

To park

And re-park

And re-park

 

So hot

This weather

Soon the rain

Will come

 

All is awash

All is said

All is done

It was fun

 

Erotic Playground

Erotic playground

Daisy trouncer

 

Smooth texture

Wanna be

 

Eye wash hurricane

Sign bender

 

And you know

What’s best for thee

Careful you

Don’t skin your knee

 

Tape roll masquerade

Fearless bluff

 

Spread frosting

Cover mistakes

 

Tell me how

Sit on my face

 

A last supper

Upon the table

Banquet feast

Parted and able

 

Clinton

Bill Clinton

(and) The Presidential Penis

Fucking those who want

To cash in

On their own terms

From the beginning

In turn we will see

Intern we will see

 

Petite

Sweet petite

Incense meat

Let me lick your flower

 

Up and down

And all around

To get a creamy shower

 

Prisoner

I wish I had

A dining room table

I’d set you upon it

 

And eat you

 

Like a prisoner

And his last meal

 

Leslie

Leslie’s ass munch

Vagina licker

Apple fritter

An a cream cheese

Pie

 

Bruised Lip

Get in the car

Bruised lip

I miss you

Misunderstanding

Everybody fell in love with you

I was no exception

But I did understand

You and me

Perhaps (I’ll) never (find out)

 

Where your damn shoes are

 

We got bad information

From a one called friend

Who built a wall between us

And painted it with jealousy

And lies and noise, fuck that

If you only knew

Perhaps (I’ll) never (find out)

 

I still love you

 

Pulp Fiction Potbelly

Pulp fiction potbelly

I want to touch it

Run my hands around it

Kiss and caress

Your little potbelly

 

Play a ritual of the hands

To memorize your shape

 

Trace my lips around your world

And lick the salt of your taste

 

The inside of your hands

Right around the wrists

Up the inner forearm

Both my tongue and lips

The curved road to bliss

 

Play a ritual of the hands

To memorize your shape

 

Walk my fingers up your arms

And hold them into place

 

Wrap my arms around your waist

Let me stand behind you

Look into the mirrored surface

Reflect the Garden of Eden

Puzzle pieces now fir even

 

Play a ritual of the hands

To memorize your shape

 

Our bodies fit together

And lock in to place

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