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
Sunday, February 18, 2007
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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