Something Beautiful

I wanted to make something beautiful… avatar of dragon bone Celtic sworl-painted warrior adorned with cold starlight stare of purest water out of night sword bare statuesque goddess of Greek proportion portrait of love so vast blooming roses painful, profane I wanted to touch something beautiful fumbling naked fingers unworthy buckling harness to steed that should never be mounted As free as thought upon the canvas of naiveté and youth I wanted to see something beautiful majestic Merlin opus of majic mellifluous articulation of perfect runic song echoing in the chambers of every beating heart thrumming in time to the … Continue reading Something Beautiful

bending low

  bending low it’s all the thoughts I cannot express talking slow the words you are forming have no meaning there’s no weight speaking in zero gravity undertow all of the times we lost ourselves in yesterday late nights of no tomorrow summer kissing and bottled lightning sweet nothings and keg parties mushrooms and marijuana dust under my fingernails smelling of mesquite and bourbon when did we die? I am not sure I can quite remember the exact day It may have something to do with what you’re trying to say waiting for it now bending low, gravel pressing through … Continue reading bending low

Cut and Seen

Depraved corpse grin single serving plutonium light up my life crowded meanderings in sloven solitude burden of proof fall through my roof killing my wife and kids today tomorrow, God willing return favors throw the larger stone vestigial demesnes of dark dynasty larders full with broken bones Giger portraits of hunger prancing lust at the mini-mall mini bar miniature minds mini skirmishes combating combative compassionate characters contemplating corrosion cornerstone concomitance combining correlations creating chaotic conditions compelling connotations considering compliance court ordered conundrums cut and scene seen to be one or the other not both or none eat your cake and … Continue reading Cut and Seen

Hunting Huntress Hunted

Wolves winding into wind wanting wild wants Introductions precede the calamity Moving away from my ancestral haunts a discovered lone path inspiring temerity I wandered into your wood a prize beyond measure the chase was understood wise to your distance by your steaming breath your shine may have struck me dumb and deaf with my one good eye I hunt you boldly my body may stumble blindly but my shadow stalks slowly By the rise of the sun you will be mine with the barrel of my gun I will taste of your wine I know you think that you … Continue reading Hunting Huntress Hunted

Lingering Shadows

I linger in shadow course by stone Norse winter snow-white tangible thoughts she brings weep, o weep for us a pallor mortis crosses crowded feuds feasting, furrowing forces fade a scar upon my face in measure I linger in shadow you know my name but I do not seek your hand you are not mine to claim wilden beasts of yore fallen have I seen travail in many travels victory and honor have suffocated me, dulled my spear brought ruin upon my sunlight it all falls away softly litany of solace written in sandstone collars of gold make lovely bindings … Continue reading Lingering Shadows

Gestalt

Grasping convolutions anything will do really corrugated steel rictus pulls at corners a shadow play in ritual dusk down another glass of slow derision at the nearest watering hole wondering how and why I am unholy reconcile I’m alone with the pictures we both inhabit I could not hold the fire so now I choke on smoke and bathe in ashes my breath stinks of rebellion my words are heavy and low, lo unto tomorrow riveting the compunction to depart the now the how and when of it matter little respond to extinguish the embers of my love, of your … Continue reading Gestalt

Middle of Now/here

We’re in the middle of my mind everywhere I look all these people talk talk talk talk talkin aware of the noise but deaf to the beat the feeble din bounces around this hole I’m stranded in in a state of waiting to begin whisper at the yelling syllables weighed down on my tongue like a sun the picture fills the black with non sequitur evoking rituals a candle struggles to illuminate  the middle of my mind repercussions of all the things I can no longer hear the hands of time have wiped away the scenery Alas, and lo, and hark feel the … Continue reading Middle of Now/here

Pallid

tremendous impacts the words of labor become mainstream sugar cube swept from initial feelings taken by abuse and ping times never did you exist…. just dreaded and dreamt of melancholy a sweetness of desperation labyrinth of the hurting should we go on entertaining the death, are we going to far? not to notice the starving, decadent kissing men in modern legalities organize the unions of hate solve nothing but create uncanny comprehensions perception distorted depressions breathe in the confusion we drown in dust and aluminum get into the rhythm of disobedience poetic verse speaks soft, selling you the nonsense and … Continue reading Pallid

InJest

corduroy gap cover mouth ingest frosted agony seeping sloven slaughter of the in-between of loves and loss jingle jingle boss man taking Talis and cocaine burden family with insolence fail to rebel in the revolution cacophony of protest protesting against the opposition’s protests par for the course, 4 Intuit the amalgamation of sufferance pish posh magpie catch a parasite in blood and eye twist and shout black frame gods eating pixels at 3am ignorant of the perils and pleasures of the flesh and bone throne upon tone of the operator intones the catastrophic news flooding the fires with personal bombs … Continue reading InJest

Poetry Is Me

Aurora, bore me Alice fled from my responsibilities with a stolen smile and a London overcoat sickly sweet surrenders and citron martinis just another Armageddon Wednesday gaunt debutante sambas your salsa burns baby where I go will you follow me to show me all I can never know? grandfather of no one miasma of that great era it tears at tears and fears forests of folly fending famished fiends of fire hydrochloric acid words educate my body in your ways I am feeble and scrambled like a short wave under water running a hustle, bustle slinging my game out on … Continue reading Poetry Is Me