in the garden of Eden
Death be that wing of black thread
flying softly off the corner of the
back of the chair – ever so close to
falling Falling all around like light
from a moon.
Vacation in Cannes and three lovers
dance to thaw the ice of collision
and the rust of the pathetic banter
ends with the pleasantries of word
of the physical.
Lips and skin again skin and lips.
Cream hair makes absinthe go down
more smooth. And with beastly
visions too.
And when morning comes. Day falls
away into a a lively sleep.
Escape a lair --
It’s December and the land is dry.
The trees are dry. The grass is dry.
The land is a light brown.
The world goes round.
*
1040, I itch, what’s my name?;
When I was nineteen I heard devils
whispering.
Wintry delusions of aviation and ploy.
Erotic exercise and re-entry into?
earth.
Not knowing where to land, just
keep my baby safe.
You curious?
Yeah I’m on piranha money. I tapped
into and wanted not gift but prize,
aquariums, safe women, and an
infinite tremor of power to tap into,
Love with a side of spirituality and
currency. And for Her.
The bear killed. Graceful and
in shroud.
My mind’s littered with references,
but everybody’s got to push
something.
*
1139, Mary with roses and thorn;
forms of light thou dost I speak,
hunger wild, tired wild wired for
hours on end with no surrender
unto the sunset where the
machinery of perception comes
tumbling down as the prickly pear
in full swing of spring and the ultra
current dynamo sings endlessly till
the mind finds reason for falling
asleep and only to more dreams.
*
237, little Lyon man; Prevaricate;
Spanish ferns and gullies. I dreamt
you were excited to see me.
I caught you at the waist and twirled
you round like the beautiful
porcelain doll you are, when I’m
dreaming of song.
For which I apologized for and you
held my hand forever as if to say it
was safe to play and slide my grip
straight down your hips, and not to
sigh when feeling your inner fire
thigh.
Eternity in a second.
Hell in a second.
What could be more than this?
Into the sun (an ineffable thought).
I would love you with all of my heart.
A line of hills like white elephants
and with silver turning to skin its
hard to remember bliss and trauma,
that mess
that mess more then all these
kid ideas in me.
*
Latimer
What earthly sinews of the night,
Return and swarm amongst the trees
With great delight ?
What fails thee more ?
Than on the dark shore lies the more,
And yellow houses murmur in the dark,
As they sweep along the glowing territory;
The lark.
*
A Memento
I can play the message
It sounds like she’s
Asking for me, and
It tastes of something
Bitter it is the
Moment in time when
God’s angel’s call Saul
It happens again and
Again into infinity
When I press the button to
Play the message,
And once more drift away into dreams
Of her
Small thighs atop a clock –
Or wheelbarrow –
So wet with rain water that
It affixes my eyes to her and my – .
*
Tying Very Hard Not To Sleep
Its difficult to say what you mean
With such little symbol
Scared silly is the wanton
Language of men
Like boys
Run like trojans
Or a boomerang
Its difficult to say exactly what you
Mean
With such small words
Like candle
Or walk-way
Or the fiery
Scene tells little of what it is to mean
Max Ernst don’t fail me now
Wallace where’s your jar?
The scene was obvious fiction
Dear
*
Grab Her Heart
after testing the source
understanding why
the choice was already made
an anomaly
but really not
balance both resurrections
martyrdom at last
the anti christ draws near.
death comes not.
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