Tag Archives: time
Glory Garden
idleness of circumstance
Eve had gone
sinew as forest twine
flesh spit drowned flattened
meek without doctrine
clinging to
the something of the sun
solar passage
lunar dip
death had a taste
but not a flavour for now
he would seek
Eve
no soiled mattress
or overgrown brothel
he thought
he was his own keeper
Eve his zoo
garden foliage gleam
waiting
a worm feeling frost
not the sun
she would come
patient to those demands
but he is the compliant
not she
she is the earth
the very nature of the garden
each blossom
each fragrance
a hint of paradise
Now an #NFT on Sing the app for iPad
Franz Kafka’s It’s a wonderful life
sperm fades in eden
inhale crystal alice
staircase fingers touching my back,
rabbit martyr
tick , tock
late in the hole,
wednesday stays naively next to tuesday,
as mound of mouth
makes wanton sounds
oh sweet ace of hearts
burn my face
as at the table
in shame and desperation,
tea irresistible at the moment
with insanity breaking loose
mosaic tiles of words and thoughts
propose a whole new story
closer to the experience,
of what the dormouse knew,
shrunken head
damn liquid
mind implodes,
best to roll on back
tilt the ceiling to see the truth
four thousand stars have brought
Vivitar Super 8 1967
Vivitar Time Magazine 1967
an advert from Vivitar that blatantly used sexuality and a woman to sell a camera that essentially filmed family events , or is it aimed at the amateur porn director giving inspiration to that motel masterpiece, click and whirr desire consumed in the lens committed to celluloid , as functional as the machine but not of cold plastic and metal flesh , flesh that is human with emotion, fantasy fueled Time male readers will engage slipping into a 30 second fantasy and buy the machine success for machinery and woman for sale sold.
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
sedoka #1
desire crawls past
as seasons speak in tongues gone
the infinite becomes ghost,
seasons spit lingers
poor heart withers for kisses
this season brings back the lost
defects of the elephant crush many
shadows standing empty
as we moved from the tree,
he worked with sweat for bread,
she wore only handmade dresses
fabric accumulated from a saving mother,
he had written to her heart
as it understood the depth
that his motive went to,
every day in lengthy plan
hours conceived into moments
stolen away from the factory
to the hill,
sanctuary of silence from the state
propaganda and revolution,
fresh baked filled the air with a resonance,
they as patriots fervent as they are lovers,
planned wedding and battle
as an intertwined plan,
analogy of expectation
that had no sourness,
ignore siting safe indoors
sound the bells of union,
warm tingle of happiness
before the steely clamor
of guns
measurements of body and mind
her anthropometrics
where as the one percent
as stated by tilley 84,
rove and reach of shoulder
pivots found the old cream towel,
drawn about
her form partially visible
in steamed mirror,
obscured as much as
thoughts in mind,
he was here
within these yellow walls
box of existence,
and seen flesh promised
long ago,
breasts heavier in their curve
and descent yet pliable
to kiss and touch,
face accentuated by features
another birthday brings,
yet he was remaining
on the sprung mattress
iron frame a secure
resting place,
his fingers found nature
and illumination in copper
hair spilling on damp shoulders
a gentleness that surprised after
passionate initiation ,
eyes drawn down
further rolling form of belly
indented by umbilical reminder
to that v between the thighs,
once thought blemishes
stretch marks
and cellular distortion
would detract and place him
away from her,
yet he waited
as she hurried towel as a cloak
mind and steam
dissipated ,
returning to a bedroom
no longer solitary
to absorb more feeling
fever on the funship
grampus in my thoughts
vessel resonant to pharaoh’s dance
from a bitches brew,
no mirror
no media
in any sarcasm would find me
i would smoke
i would dance,
old hulk decks creaking
as my silk collar shines,
from cabin to hold
the merriment stretches,
i would distance myself
and not be portrayed
anonymous to all but the
lips and tongue i entwine,
whiskey manufactured in the south
smoky sweet tingle,
it was migration
or mitigation
of many ravenous appetites
bologna sausage and sweet mutton,
so vibrantly lost
room extended that i was hidden
faceless in the extreme,
music of davis found me
wanting more,
gilt frame my hair once neatly combed,
come grampus
tilt on rolling waves,
find me a place
of nonchalant obscurity,
saxophone and drum
the ariel had been lost
it was memory that
dragged me down
into the depths
that would fill my lungs
with salt water,
careful heart placement
extracted blood from veins
i was infused with a rhythm
that could only lead to one conclusion
i was intimate in my body
with all of one species,
more smoke
more mirrors,
hearing snare and guitar
long days vanished
a place found
yet i could not reveal
who i totally
am
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