descent and decay

iron blanket drawn

over graveyards shoulder,

time grizzles in the wind,

on haunches leaving flowers

new ones that repair the vase

to a certain brightness,

tattooed hand

pores darkened by labor

fingers stained by cigarette,

a tear would not fall

enough had shown at the time,

those fingers took a kiss

pressed it to headstone

no inhibition

despite the rumors that had become

a fiction contorted on nights breath,

driven within hours

in a landscape changing

mesh of community falling

into disrepair,

his longing had seen violence

memory carried weapons

and he could only think of

retribution,

slate wiped of all marks

that defined a normal history,

he still had a key

that room there own,

now cleansed and let to someone

else,

he visited sometimes

walking amongst others possessions

picturing his own

and her blood

scarring the walls

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Sunday Whirl, poems

 

Shuji Terayama – Labyrinth Tale

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infernal dialogues in response

slow burn inhalation

configured eyes to a new movement,

she spoke in slow vowels

circulating in open mouth,

eyes glowing a feral green

yet the kiss had already happened

once between damp leaves

spring days continuity

for shoots to appear

that climbing rose found window frame

thorns to sleep

shark fin spikes pierce,

subdued

lain back she showed me lace

and mathematics

angles and weight distribution

glowing yet fragile,

i did not want to break

long porcelain fingers

with nails to delve

beneath soft flesh of my chest

and close about my heart,

she would now be more than a lingering

response

in these chambers

was a place i could put her for sure,

not on a pedestal or throne

but wicker chair

as she sat on now,

after the geology of contours , gradients

and folds

secrets of flesh i had known,

wisdom burned from her pores

spectral aura flare,

legs cross uncross

no more secrets

no more visiting other places

i had found

where i belong

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