ardors grip
blinding as searing light
tears open caring heart
anger as old as creation,
tears at family daisy chain
crushing stems
leaving it broken
unhooked green stems
wilting broken asunder
where was the stars
and the open eyes
heart chimed
a mother resolute
that a son will be
not dead to her
but salvage
to be gathered
and supported
mending can be heard
in the blur of tears,
fragile dreams
will be recovered slowly
with different endings
when the darkness
vanishes
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dead pilot of the apartment building
x had been an activist
man with tentative government connections
who smoked turkish cigarettes,
constant watching in his decay
bare earth surface
at his seat he had died
virus swift had come
someone in apartment 76 had coughed
still powered by central core engines
apartment building zero utopia
named as a joke
lifted it’s ungainly shape higher
loosening from the failing gravity
two hundred passengers decaying
yet within computated rooms
their souls engage
sparks electro magnetic vibration
they would immerse and combine
be the ship was guided away
zero utopia would be one
with the stars
it’s occupants entering a new existence
that darwin and the bible
could never of imagined
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burning crooked roses
coyotes yip !
as i walk through baby cyclones
up the stairs to the sky
as she remained
on sweating rocking horse
deeply sea pearl glint in eye,
oh is there anything else other
than immortality,
reward and wisdom,
have i become the dog
that runs through muddy rivers
to wash the gasoline of brutality off,
i will never see an algae
covered stone coffin,
horse keeps rocking
travelling this
unremarkable earth machine,
stairs behind me
as are leaking babies
and crushed beercans,
no cloud castle
old vagrants song rings softly,
weeping in whitman’s embrace
i have left human shape
finger shadows reach
as frozen spider would,
my once and fevered love
rides on
secret and vague in austerity
moon in nightspace became silversmith
light hammered over island
catching the nudity
i kept vigil over,
a saddened animal
hunched in an undergrowth habitat
i fed on something that dreams give
as i watched
her polished by tides overwhelm,
i could of been a nation on it’s knees
waiting for that one that comes
and brings a substance,
yet too afraid to show yourself
for fear of spoiling a grand occasion,
damp skin
natures jeweler working diamonds on,
a martyred bird called out
shriek of the night
she turned and i was certain of being seen
my eyes would be vivid in the darkness,
retreating with a tread so soft,
knowing as you saw swept long hair
i would not possess
despite the urgency of my loins
without satisfaction i would have to wait
as this was not the night
a file cabinet on the east bound state road
six drawers of the universe
filled with life he could not leave behind
twenty year commitment gone,
thick neck and morning lit face
parked up station wagon
silver leaf scars rusting
doors with rattling windows,
behind a marriage gone like perspiration,
a third from the sun creature
pushed into the office
low humbled
shoulders shrugged into body,
grasped that file cabinet
dragged it to the door lifting carpet tiles,
tailgate flipped open,
company property someone shouted
another mentioned 911,
all other lives abandoned
this was all he had,
one last look
eyes like roses on granite,
pulled away
smearing rubber traces,
freeway surrounded by suburban houses
urban outcrops to his canyon
that became a void,
cassette music kept the corpses away
those corpses of the past
that seem to claw and linger,
a siren
was it for him,
tailgate flipped lock busted
as file cabinet slid progressively out,
braking hard
it dropped on blacktop
engine stalled
a dead bronze beetle
car horns swarmed about,
grunting stood upright that grey oblong
last piece of life
scuffed and scraped,
small key on his chain unlocked top drawer
took out a warm shaken bottle of whiskey
and the gun he kept here since his wife
became afraid,
sucked in air
climbed on top and sat crosslegged,
heaven had shadows that would not conceal him
as he waited,
bullhorn call on gentle breeze
curved outline of the day a flat surface,
and a smile so human appeared
no more dirty shoes
moon leaves hoofprint clouds
as with horses it races,
old stars more than pieces of rock
show somber interest,
there would be no more
shallowness to the sun,
as on earth below
with fingers in urn
scattering ashes
feeding eternal foliage,
those hoofbeats drummed your name
quick reflection passing over water
ashamed moon hides,
the longness of souls given to solitude,
ashes scattered in arcs
summer has laid it’s green pasture
as darkness fills the air
fireflies imagined appear
wishing for a net to catch them in
and crush with celestial hammer,
empty urn falls
shattered by hoofbeats,
damp meadow reveals the place
you began,
ambiguous shadows almost bestial,
tears make streets upon your face
all that could be over was,
coming with dust, dreams and flesh
the enchanted
and persistent stars
on notable sea
tone dialing remedy
better than those gulls
filling the air with
pull of sea,
encroaching on ears
cochlea tremors
insistent and provocative,
life needed to be in boxes
without labels,
identifying was not the issue
it was separation,
the telephone a child
cradled under chin
suckling on words,
spectacles perched with vertigo
on top of a crooked nose,
lips always poised
to speak but that was of
no consequence as sound
could carry further than voice,
a scream long prolonged
that was what pain brought,
gulls worse than cicadas
blood curled into fingers
then returned leaving them white
and grasping
still nothing,
slit your veins and fill a boat
with a swilling legacy
of something that
should of been,
letting gulls fall
bathing feathers redder
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from the golden arch of arse
monkey all as me
before the meteor fell,
eat improvised food
slain in the boudoir
fresh from satin
and moist yesterday,
lacerations and smiles
hands bridge the expanse,
farewell to pelt
hello carnal alarm,
argue through closed eyes
i am the ape
blood and sensation
teeth splitting fruit
as i would breathe
through your flesh,
i am the cause of your scream
anthropology has it’s secrets
that is me,
pulse and tongues
long shadows in the mirror
i will no longer
take to the branches,
i have hysteria
in my feet,
consumed by the body
escape,
i live in infecting your purity
with my clouds
for
i am the ape
dazzling abstract
i am a prophet
with rolled up trousers
and open jacket,
i have heard violins in Paris
yet with smudged knees
before you entranced,
voice of pale sherbet
snare drum indulgence,
you took me to the rooftops
overlooking fullest sea,
i wrote to the back of my skull
with it’s literary granite lesions,
flew with sunrise
alien chorus comes as
if both worlds imitate,
i wanted your eyes
before then went to sleep
to see the bondage we feel,
your spell fell on my ear
resistance would only be sorrow,
then to the shrieking jungle
riffs and strums
break the brittle shell on my heart
nymph and satyr
platter of desire,
i clutch the glittering prize
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electric focal plane
holding her face to a crystal
formed shell,
the irony of what lay on
the foreshore was less apparent,
some wanted the reach of
mistral winds to grasp her thoughts
and send them away,
lips to kiss a transposed image,
behind open emptiness,
sky littered with white swirl gulls,
she leaned against nothing
remaining upright
let it fall back to the sand
realizing his soul had drowned in
his body,
and there would be no counting
the years on fingers
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