tattooed with gandhi
no skin will lie,
bare butt piss
constant lemon stream,
she watched his fuzzy back
dark mat of curls
lined by her nails,
depressed bed
mattress coils gone
before their advertised expiry,
a week of this
longing and urgent,
walking back
she waited
a sharp twinge in her stomach,
the next day
could not come quick enough
clever blue eyed clock
measuring the width of harm
in ratchet clicks so solemn ,
childhood had finished
you saw to that
overtook my heart with years
as firm shrouding
growing up was a facility
in the forest where only some
belonged,
and i did not want to go there
it was a sentence
a finish
even ultimatum
to those near expiry date
flesh baggage creased and folded
eyes as dim bulbs,
i was the one on the bicycle
wishing to go past
shouting at the top of my voice
yet something broke the wheels
and i was left at the path
sat crosslegged wondering,
one woman with a cart lopsided
and one eyed horse offered me a lift
and i refused despite
silky touch of mane
as horse nuzzled my hand,
i was broken not forgotten
resisting time as an armed guerilla,
i would fight
and there would be casualties
in it’s journey the air skins itself
from the day,
breathe free and roam
away from dark fragrances
that have the stench of destruction,
many colored flowers fear the sunshine
and bee’s in waxen cells wait,
assassin’s claim the holy star
as low shepherds no more as minstrels
play,
ample breasted ornament of the night
gives blessing suppliante aid,
zephyr brings the bleaching draft,
youths desire lanky and untold
held in his journals all that is confident
and private,
cold fires again made him bold,
but from the ground comes an ultimatum
don’t let sorrow bear down,
juicy flood and promised kiss,
half willing freeway traffic unfurls time
as it becomes trapped by clustered vine,
nourished from her bed
lust a luxurious blaze under saffron veils
adds more fever to a new day,
petals had spread from the laden stem,
but those minutes had left ravished eyes
and new reality subsided under overshadowing
wing,
with it’s horrid glare
the air has revealed all
behind his book
taking microphone,
spoke
each word lengthening
to a degree
of edgy movement
what seemed so few in words
became eternal,
those who watched
brow moistened by sweat
beneath his fringe
saw an iconic image
poster adorned with Che
on bedroom walls,
fingers found a glass
to sip some wine
for confidence,
feet moving almost pacing
just shuffling,
closer to edge of stage
silence in the darkness,
all held on his voice,
a lithe brunette student
leaped forward
lemon t shirt lifted
baring breasts
with
I Love You
lipstick marked
flashbulb pop
a step back
maybe a stutter of words
faltered only for a beat
smiling continued,
status assured
i have let go the balloon
so all of montana
can see,
red adventurous not dismal
and shallow,
beyond flatness
and interjection of mountain
spike,
i remember the waitress
she with black flat shoes
that squeak,
luscious hips that waved
not so discretely,
in these moments
pulling collar tighter
with the encroaching cold,
that seemed to affect the
mind,
so that all i could do
in conversation or
thought is waffle
bare feet trod moonlight to dust
fine gravel texture
uneven to skin,
left behind the idle machines
that make dreams work,
gentle pace
aching feet,
silence is non negotiable
it fills the dark of night,
feeling of solitude
encroaches,
limbs torso illuminated,
lift lips to light
drink some,
as if pouring wine
down the throat.
nagging worries deferred
into a deeper region
of subconscious ,
as the interlude begins
properly
chhi wu wen traveled explosions west
mongol hordes conquer and swarm,
genoese sailed and visiting maffeo saw
took it to his home,
seeds of destruction, causation of war,
power and inconsideration,
the ability to detonate,
arbitration’s and negotiations
no longer needed,
seen to be words drawn out
paper and conversation,
song dynasty powder
textured and coarse,
limber minds sought and put it
to many a purpose,
cycles of war and invasion born,
and as our history we look back
at what was hope that brought
danger,
and it lessens our comfort here
i stood where i started from
listening to envy greed and lust,
my throat a weight unfreshened
refused to sing along,
echo around the laundromat
radio splashed it’s autumn gold,
in front of machine
behind me things i will never see,
thrum of rolling drum comforts,
hardship would one day
strike me to the grave,
for now though dead has life,
cool evening passing
food would be another sacred handout,
vinyl abstract floor
with cycle nearly done,
i had a book with words
your last fingers wrote,
the answer had been
when i kissed your hair
you a shining strip torn from me
an accident occupying a seconds space
my frenzied heart and hands
gave last touch,
before ambulance came,
now folding clothes softly
you are in me again
my sight is not wearied out,
and i will go
i must sleep
but only as a stone would
as dreams do not gather
vinyl stuck to skin
shirt off made rough bandage
fuck man slow it down,
Chevy been on 85
what seemed a long time
worn suspension crashed and thudded,
cause of wound a .38
shit i said the guard was armed
black seats sticky
blood pooled into cracks,
just park up man
i won’t implicate you
mom will understand
it always will be me
fuck this hurts
what can i do
just stop the car
engine idled exhaust plumed
dust from tires
i will be ok go
sun filled windshield
a light to go to
it hurts Mikey
should i stay
go i won’t face a long stretch
i love you man
drivers door mirror
reflected
a face dying
as he began to run
who has that unshaken loneliness tonight
that is duller than four unlit windows,
no beacon so inspiration empty,
passing clouds have no light of stars
absolute is more than dark,
hot blood ceases to sing
on a black brittle brink i almost fell
forwards without calling,
yearning for a sound, yearning for light,
swept well with dust many corners filled,
my binds hold tight,
almost a stifled sacrifice my own voice
lessened in it’s force,
i would find another room
it would be a chamber
not of clattering chains,
but sparse filled in with a luminous flow
knowing if i let expression furrow a blank
page,
i can nestle in contented silence,
unshaken loneliness is falling
slowly a drape that tomorrow
will remove
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