Beatitudes Bay

everyone had left, so it was just us…
first, we just sat on the couch
sipping fresh punch

intimate conversations and such…
confessions about
feelings that had developed over the months

which led to flirtations, a tease, a touch…
and all the excitement about us
you’d think we were Johnson and Masters

after a few hours… sex flush
then a prolonged plateau phase
which kept our heart rates up until coitus interruptus

thereafter we snuggled up until sunrise…
and it was a most beautiful day
in Beatitudes Bay

© Heath Muchena, 2015

hell hath no fury like a woman scorned ii

if you ever write another one
telling of the things that we have done
I will thrust a hairpin through your tongue
just as Fulvia did to Cicero’s…
whatever I have to do to silence you so that you remain unsung
and I will continue to criticize you with such vitriol…

is that all?

yes, done!

© Heath Muchena, 2015


good writing is legitimised by the precedents of historical compositions
great writing on the other hand is often ahead of its time’s fashions

© Heath Muchena, 2015

The Conflicted Life of Cocky Humble iv

Personae: Cocky Humble, a sculptor; Sonia, his longtime lover

S: close-fitting clothes are the new fashion my love, the latest in urban chic, just try them on – see how you feel

CH: why would I want to constrict… I’m not taking the risk… what’s wrong with ones I’ve always worn?

S: c’mon, don’t be a prick… it’s just something to adorn…

CH: I’m sure that’s what Edward Gibbon thought – if only he’d known

S: Gibbon, the historian? what a fatuous comparison!

CH: Maybe… still, he did die of a swollen scrotum

S: gosh! you’re so difficult at times, okay let’s go and find you something less deleterious

CH: all for that! let us…

© Heath Muchena, 2015


write pellucid poems
perfect for all – pedagogues and the laity

with prosodies fit for public forums
but that can also be enjoyed privately

© Heath Muchena, 2015

She Said Series vi

your words
the terse meter of your phrases

and your ways
excite my erogenous places

so don’t wait
to bring me to sweet surrender under your caresses

© Heath Muchena, 2015


true works of art defy the notion of taste
and are infectious regardless

but to have them be so, the artist has to express
above all else in feelings

© Heath Muchena, 2015


when a great idea takes on good form
the result is beauty of expression

© Heath Muchena, 2015


critics are the featherbrained who discuss the talented
especially those critics trained in the purposeless subject of Baumgarten’s aesthetics

© Heath Muchena, 2015


I was a wreck
and in need of tender loving care
so she kneaded my back
’til I fell asleep like a child in a rocking chair

© Heath Muchena, 2015