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Frederico Fellini – Toby Dammit (1968)
gradual decline
defined and documented
blue binding no longer black
posey vest and wrist restraints,
in this bed unable to move
she was selfless in her care
and he so sure of fear,
shifting his backside slightly
legs splinted with sticks,
they had not spoken since
was it love
his mind versed it against
that boiling sensation in his gut
acidic rot sure it would calm,
she believed in the
discernment of spirits
and that sweet ignatian way,
will , desire whatever,
time had no identity any more,
clocks calendar all abandoned burned
ashes to choke his chest
and close his eyes,
she would face the flames one day
of his wrath or something more,
for now his lot
was on this mattress ,
wounded with pride and body
he could not polarize his thoughts
to agree with hers,
all joy had left him
swept away in blood pain and tears,
waiting for the next moment of torture
iron hearted sloth
convulsions in the temple
vomiting the shadow of my soul,
i had nothing more to give the moon,
after breaking holy vows
in the woodland with the sky
watched by a thousand ancients
needing voyeurism in their bones,
as a pathway to love,
bleak sonnets pass my lips
knelt in this loneliness,
in my ear
her voice crawled dusky
cloth to my senses,
as i wished to suspend myself
from a high bough
and linger in highest isolation,
that perfume creeps out of
your robe wrapped tight
my stillness dispels
endurance is not a beauty
lowering myself to your lips
sour kisses known to be daring,
i became a louse burrowing,
my sloth tendencies gone,
robe discarded
burnt confection of passion
hazed and forlorn
no more regurgitation
my eyes flared in their sockets
loins raw and slimed,
forgetting would be easier
as i click on the television
sedoka #2
clouds soft cloak nature
reign of fury dissipation
as drenched by isolation
furies last tremor she feels
he walks earthen tracks away
no more fury to caress
splendor and the urban glow
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
Barbet Schroeder – Bukowski Tapes (1987)
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
Necrosed Ideology
itch/
raw pressed flesh sore
beyond scabs flecked insolence
sigh/
blood threads awful sign
of tangible fluid
life in crimson
listen/
orchestrated pain
handheld waves of distraction,
tainted tongue sings mettallic
milky/
secreted thoughts weeping tears,
unfurled ideals a barren burned flag,
lighten the heart as you pick
rushes/
into the arena
no pressed olive leaves or branches
all that was ancient spilled
overnight into turgid oceans swell
glassy/
eyes of expectant ones
embracing the sore flesh your body
offers
tragic tide of words come
slicks/
the machinations of policy
as the wounded lain in constitution
heart blasts trumpet
from the top
all visibility is bright in context
and the healing begins
the broken sweet and low
breathing long taken breaths
ocean pump heart
has no tired dismay,
brittle sand empties
breaking the vast silence
congealed brightness brought,
tenderness and ambivalence
white day out of mind
nothing seemed apparent,
thought flaps
as tattered curtains
taking no form,
bound by scent of incense
raising valiant blood fires,
almost holy,
freedom is an enduring harvest
that comes with water and prayers,
starlit beneath moaning sea
keep the disturbing flowers
to the edges of the room,
eastern carpets become thin
weave and weft,
show the dazed
feet can be placed assured,
no fear,
out of machines
comes the resonance we do
not want,
need time to look back
as the glass now empty,
by the light of a tremulous candle
all the unwanted scurries
as the shuffle of feet
leaves their exhaustion
clinging to the air,
they could of been
kings of the world
