garments that have been pressed

seek her in her grassy tomb

flesh fleece and evening star,

murmurs rise from escaped soul

mouth a shrine to heavens kiss,

text on stone chiseled deep

scythe a scalpel to those around,

to a vow made on cradle key

in binding earth no more a sleep

a million flakes of tempted tremors,

noonday heat rises with the sun,

rise up on quivering breeze

her broken tongue is healing

love a radiant throng

the sick longing eye and dropping of

gossamer veil,

chants names of those  exposed

beyond wither,

whole flesh again

i wish back that angry fist

spirits breathe in sensual undulate

on pages of book no longer departed

i have said my piece up to space,

enameled hand paints gallery in the cave

images as she had been growing wild

reaching out,

some say i am a crook

a felon

a murderer

an abuser

LA has no cheap glories for them to remember

i am hunted,

drone circling over head,

zeal of vocal chords will not be heard

my lungs and the ashes they scatter

boy scout knife

cuts knot of dignity

buried in thin soil

warming under a march sun

a first moth touched skin,

shiver to the marrow,

her anatomy before me to explore,

transparent eyes

cast shadows on high cheekbones,

i am not that sad memory

of your brothers eye

but a rare specimen,

no longer chain smoking

or drinking dark bourbon,

hair dyed blonde under

my fingers made me think of

sails on a 1655 vessel

cast onto an ocean

with crew of silent men,

your face i could borrow

and place as a mask

on that clock in the hall

the one that never expels

the right time only a false line

of narrative,

either my retina is damaged

or i am truly seeing you now,

guess how long you  have been lying here,

mind let thought liquify

into a silenced reservoir ,

i made an oath before holding those hands

fingers more suited to beer bottle necks

than a piano’s gentle ivories,

grubs now crawl about us

fat juicy bodies leathery to touch,

a handful wriggling

over us so harrowing,

will we ever return to the bar

where we met or will it be just me,

your thigh humility’s myth

a touch would alert the sky

and rain would fall,

standing aside i look down,

i had possessed with my freak show nature

letting go would be hard,

i could not go further or police would question me,

whispers and a tiny breath

you are on your feet

in my embrace

lips still scarlet not turned blue,

back seat vinyl

tattered blouse and jeans,

a bad trip i explained

drugs have that effect

beguiled and confused

i lifted you back into a relevant world

of love and truth,

the electricity of this terrible road

had ended

into a city of one hundred years

I Am The Same Curse

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