sublime oranges

he measured the room

by volume of the dark

with light subtracted,

moving as ulysses did in hades

he would find breakfast on the sand,

ocean not so far away

as high tides where relevant,

rituals began

ideas stencilled on embryonic dna

created this path and outlook,

sometimes he felt it was only he

he revolving and the earth had stopped,

it was not a crisis of meaning

only an imbalance on his poetics,

even in the dark

he could place a pen nib and write

about placing kisses on her

naked arcitecture,

a finding in deep silence

what she had really meant

under that cloak of shuddering mysticism

pen scratched paper

it would be ten pages,

before images faltered and pen halted,

ignoring wine that had already spilled on

table top,

peeled an orange

segmented aspects from which to

derive a special calm,

her bewitching had been an interference

but now choking fumes cleared

and he was at last

truly free

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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

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burn the other way

stressed cotton gripped,

lithograph shapes move

incoherent blemishes

caught by tired eye,

already a haven

checked by those who love,

yet still cold

comes to linger as an

unwelcome friend,

that closet door moves

with slow intent,

tomorrow a long voyage away

and the captain is

losing the wheel,

wanting to send up flares

light kerosene lamps,

to see

bedroom ocean

hindered by furry forms

that sulk in masses,

stories stringed words

hung across the mind

cranial denial,

cotton scrapes

a loose floorboard resonates

without help

from human form,

as captain he needs a crew,

crew of rag and plastic

to his call they rally

corners become embattled

cotton pushed aside,

sails on pine vessel,

beneath the night

a warrior born

clouds of gods look down,

moon casts a charming glow,

a battle cry

loud inside a voice parents

can never here,

on deck face splashed

by waves of memory,

wheel in his grasp

volley and surge

crackled into the night

with electric interference,

lips once moist

with mothers milk

now bloodied call proud,

monsters fled

lines defiled and beaten

each rushing over the fallen,

he would not be wounded

he would not falter,

time a soft blanket

on which he tiredly fell

sleep devoured

and all this would be

a satisfying memory by morning,

but not the claw embedded

in bedroom wall

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At the bottom of the Moon

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

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Tranquilized Anticipation

he shared his spine with a burden,

gathered from the dawn

any brilliance the sun had shown

pushed unevenly into sack,

leaving a dark blankness

made out of the best material,

various tones of illumination would

not seep through,

spine arched aching

soul knew no such liberty

it had been love and liquor,

was once two side by side,

fevered in a dry throated way

from this darkness whispers

gathered and grew,

there is no borrowed sunshine

it is all packed away

and we must want,

for one day blossoms with the 

color of dawn,

that loving spot my infancy

once knew,

bent as a sleeping brow

spine shuddered at some point

that burden would be unloaded,

to give quiet oceans

and a lingering day

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Ancient Urges

when the light departs the windows

it becomes part of nature,

false it draws out creatures

whose eyes only glitter under the moon,

around cabin walls

muffled voices thrum,

unseen inside a feast has started,

once beckoned by sleep

bedding kicked aside,

they needed to eat

opening refrigerator meat and bread

spread out,

odors of flesh and hunger,

beyond others scent, hear and salivate,

only residence for miles

a human space ever so small,

the prowling few draw closer,

inside man feeds woman,

woman smiles,

kisses and eating

a harvest of solitary confinement

as any creature feeding at night,

that delicious feeling of morsels

passing lips swallowing easily

sweetened with wine,

a lust without blood

and once done

will disperse the light

return wilderness to darkness,

find a fulfilled entwine of sleep

night prevails

and the creatures move on

eyes glitter no more

 

New Light Calls

night has a transparency

imagined or real,

a place before

filaments of light

illuminate horizon,

each beckoning breath

in solitude,

gives darkness an edge

that is solid,

visibility heightens

the heart quickens,

memory a chequered

blanket unfurled

portraits on the retina

in time long exposed

to attributes of being

amongst life,

intimacy a vagrant

of the heart,

wandering far from the only

mortal fixture,

only solace to find a soul

who could be enveloped

in the passage of your

time and find greatness

there,

a greatness beyond the

limits of life and its

restrictive boundaries,

a life to be condemned

to be painfully short,

yet where a soul nourished

that existence and gave

passion surrendered,

all that came within darkness

was new light