That sweet time before dawn,
Succulent dew hanging heavy on
Bent, green and tender stalks.
Not a whisper of wind, as
All four cardinals wait breathless,
Anticipating the long, slow honey-fall of light.
Darkness shifts slightly, preparing a
Silent exit, backing away, watchful for the
Golden vanguard of the sun.
Wednesday, May 2, 2007
Patchouli
The shroud of winter's dull surrender
Clings just inside the doorway
Where the warm promise of summer
Is spent freely in the crackle of autumn wood.
Light, dying, is the best for new beginnings
Shadows are allowed, encouraged to dance
Teasing with possible probables
Promising nothing, delivering illusion.
And beneath a banner of studied courtesy
Lay a hazy dragon of flesh-hot majesty
Dreaming, lucid, watchful and filled with the
Venom of dangerous, gypsy, imagination.
Clings just inside the doorway
Where the warm promise of summer
Is spent freely in the crackle of autumn wood.
Light, dying, is the best for new beginnings
Shadows are allowed, encouraged to dance
Teasing with possible probables
Promising nothing, delivering illusion.
And beneath a banner of studied courtesy
Lay a hazy dragon of flesh-hot majesty
Dreaming, lucid, watchful and filled with the
Venom of dangerous, gypsy, imagination.
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
Halcyon
Endless slate-colored oceans of time
Stretched on an empty dream canvas.
The gentle breath of summer, soothing
A memory of storm-crushed wood and flesh.
Feathers ruffle in the salt-spray of these calm tides.
Glassy-eyed and vacant, save for the dim echo of memories
And the sound of the unsleeping sea.
Stretched on an empty dream canvas.
The gentle breath of summer, soothing
A memory of storm-crushed wood and flesh.
Feathers ruffle in the salt-spray of these calm tides.
Glassy-eyed and vacant, save for the dim echo of memories
And the sound of the unsleeping sea.
Altars
This beautiful, aching math before me
Twisting in supple calculation
Negating the abscence of pheremones
With the persistence of vision
Ambient, ancient wickedness is stirred to life
Tendrils, snake-like and languid
Fill limbs with grinding purpose
And spill a sudden flood into the mouth
Dinnertime.
Twisting in supple calculation
Negating the abscence of pheremones
With the persistence of vision
Ambient, ancient wickedness is stirred to life
Tendrils, snake-like and languid
Fill limbs with grinding purpose
And spill a sudden flood into the mouth
Dinnertime.
Friday, April 27, 2007
Nocturne
You,
With the haughty resignation of pampered privilege,
Have arrived on these far shores to make demands?
I think not. Oh, no. I most definitely think...
Knot.
With the haughty resignation of pampered privilege,
Have arrived on these far shores to make demands?
I think not. Oh, no. I most definitely think...
Knot.
Whispers of Amyitis
Shuttered and shuddering,
I have heard you weeping in your quiet way.
Mourning the mists and emerald carpets
Of that faraway homeland.
I will bend the heavens to my will,
Carry the weight of nations on my
Arched shoulders, until your eyes
Behold the cornerstone of my heart.
Behold, what limpid pools and mists
I scatter before you like jewels in this desert.
Drink my heart before me, and slake your
Thirst with this memory of home...
I have heard you weeping in your quiet way.
Mourning the mists and emerald carpets
Of that faraway homeland.
I will bend the heavens to my will,
Carry the weight of nations on my
Arched shoulders, until your eyes
Behold the cornerstone of my heart.
Behold, what limpid pools and mists
I scatter before you like jewels in this desert.
Drink my heart before me, and slake your
Thirst with this memory of home...
Monday, March 26, 2007
Drift
Arterial silences, filled with
Muted staccato thumpings,
The cheap whispers of
Lovers, climbing like thieves,
Up the ropes of passion.
Perched, in quiet consideration,
Sits the corvus of conscience.
Beak shut, eye glittering as he
Watches with an inscrutable grin
The fumblings of liars in love.
Feathers tarred, teeth broken from
The cheap stones of whiskey and pills,
He sits. Not preening, not caring, only
Looking into the spines of those below.
His cracked and weathered talons shift.
He is silent, knowing his call will be lost to the wind.
Muted staccato thumpings,
The cheap whispers of
Lovers, climbing like thieves,
Up the ropes of passion.
Perched, in quiet consideration,
Sits the corvus of conscience.
Beak shut, eye glittering as he
Watches with an inscrutable grin
The fumblings of liars in love.
Feathers tarred, teeth broken from
The cheap stones of whiskey and pills,
He sits. Not preening, not caring, only
Looking into the spines of those below.
His cracked and weathered talons shift.
He is silent, knowing his call will be lost to the wind.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Mogul
And at day's end,
Smoke drifting
From shattered
Chimney tops
Stained with the
Soot of Industrial
Lust
I sit.
Gathering thoughts
Like ghosts.
The diesel thrash
Of flailing limbs,
The scream of
Failed bearings
In the throats of
Those below...
A muffled murmuring,
And nothing more.
The only scent,
Is the mingling of
Submmission and
Desire.
I lean back and
Smile.
Smoke drifting
From shattered
Chimney tops
Stained with the
Soot of Industrial
Lust
I sit.
Gathering thoughts
Like ghosts.
The diesel thrash
Of flailing limbs,
The scream of
Failed bearings
In the throats of
Those below...
A muffled murmuring,
And nothing more.
The only scent,
Is the mingling of
Submmission and
Desire.
I lean back and
Smile.
Sunday, February 18, 2007
Ruin
The seductive slosh and gurgle of the bottles handled is as exciting to
me as the feel of lush, warm flesh beneath my palms.
I sweat, nervous and shaking to think of the burning fire in my throat.
The warmth in my belly.
The need in my mouth.
I stare, dreaming of languid freedom.
And I
Turn away.
me as the feel of lush, warm flesh beneath my palms.
I sweat, nervous and shaking to think of the burning fire in my throat.
The warmth in my belly.
The need in my mouth.
I stare, dreaming of languid freedom.
And I
Turn away.
Anomie
Brickwork patterns
Carrying the weight
Of generations
Buckling not
Transferring the strain
To the souls above
Ripping like silk
The fabric of
My ancient, wicked
Heart
Tearing out
The Law
With the teeth
of Desire
Carrying the weight
Of generations
Buckling not
Transferring the strain
To the souls above
Ripping like silk
The fabric of
My ancient, wicked
Heart
Tearing out
The Law
With the teeth
of Desire
Digital Solipsist
There is a dance I do
In my head
Late at night
Warehouse window light
Flickering on black
Velvet skin
Fire crackling
Music oozing
Down my spine
And you
Are not
Invited
In my head
Late at night
Warehouse window light
Flickering on black
Velvet skin
Fire crackling
Music oozing
Down my spine
And you
Are not
Invited
Friday, February 16, 2007
Brave New World
In spite of our best efforts, Atlas still shoulders his burden of sin.
Livers are torn and bleeding on endless, storm-wracked beaches.
And...
The stone continues to shift and slip from the grasp of weary Sisyphus.
Are there angels to counter the demons of our better natures?
Or is the better nature the cruel lie we have wrapped around ourselves...
A civilized shroud to cover our animal shame.
For all his uncomplaining silence, don't be surprised if...
Or rather...when
Atlas shrugs.
Livers are torn and bleeding on endless, storm-wracked beaches.
And...
The stone continues to shift and slip from the grasp of weary Sisyphus.
Are there angels to counter the demons of our better natures?
Or is the better nature the cruel lie we have wrapped around ourselves...
A civilized shroud to cover our animal shame.
For all his uncomplaining silence, don't be surprised if...
Or rather...when
Atlas shrugs.
Re(a)pose
Listen to the
Static
Of my thudding
Heartbeat
Extacy has
Spent all
The loose change of
Passion
Kundalini
The snake...
Satisfied at
Long last
Static
Of my thudding
Heartbeat
Extacy has
Spent all
The loose change of
Passion
Kundalini
The snake...
Satisfied at
Long last
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Apologia
It is a rough love
Which drives blood
Hot with passion
Forces the sigh
Torn, shuddering
From the chest
Surrenders the will
Into the sharp
Metal mercy of
Your mouth.
Which drives blood
Hot with passion
Forces the sigh
Torn, shuddering
From the chest
Surrenders the will
Into the sharp
Metal mercy of
Your mouth.
Monday, January 29, 2007
I Dream of Wires
Are you a child,
Of the
Short
Spark?
When unbuttoned by
The wind, which
Way is
Yours?
My jaws are
Creaking with
News,
But the
Eater of Atlases
Is
Sleeping.
Of the
Short
Spark?
When unbuttoned by
The wind, which
Way is
Yours?
My jaws are
Creaking with
News,
But the
Eater of Atlases
Is
Sleeping.
Prowl
Allow me...
To unzip your heart.
Muzzle to throat,
Blood whispering urgently.
Caution, a memory.
Need, a naked flame.
Desire, an All-Consuming
Hunger.
To unzip your heart.
Muzzle to throat,
Blood whispering urgently.
Caution, a memory.
Need, a naked flame.
Desire, an All-Consuming
Hunger.
Perspectives of Sin
Peel back the rusty skin of
Night, and its blood will
Pour forth like
Whiskey from a
Broken, black bottle.
Ethyl, sweet esther.
An aromatic hydrocarbon
Lullabye.
Just close your eyes, baby.
You won't feel a thing...
Night, and its blood will
Pour forth like
Whiskey from a
Broken, black bottle.
Ethyl, sweet esther.
An aromatic hydrocarbon
Lullabye.
Just close your eyes, baby.
You won't feel a thing...
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