Like prowling cats, we creep
underneath blanket dark
on the outskirts of sleep.
Rolling bodies illuminate under-sheet with static sparks
to illustrate intent. This night I know will be well spent:
If bite may match my hungry bark
and perhaps prevent us both our speech,
instead, on our heartbeats hearken
the beacon into which we follow deep
slumbers, within which I may repent
the idle [...]
Untitled Love Poem (Love Poem to No One)
Elegy for Knowledge
Winding through the writhing woods,
holding hands in search of night
Intimate like only lovers could,
for fear of entropy, hold tight
Holding hands in search of night,
our backs towards dusk, another day done
for fear of entropy, holding tight
to victories previously won
Our backs towards dusk, another day done
The sun goes down, and we follow
to victories previously won
below the mire [...]
Untitled Tercet (Chemical Elegy for Psycosis)
The man who’ll be the Fool
head up in the air
Gnawing on his fingers
till finger turns to bone
but who even cares?
He’ll meet you on a corner
or some dark and seedy park
and you’ll chew your fingers
till finger turns to the bone
And you’ll still be in the dark
He buried pills in fertile dirt
and turned it all to shit
we [...]
Elegy for Sheryl Lee
Wrapped in plastic floating down the lake
your fiercest smile and most eloquent mistake
Laura Palmer, you were my heart’s truest fake
I fucked your lover atop your grave
tired of taking what you never gave
fire walks alone, you’ll never be saved
You outgrew the drugs and the sex and the lies
while we still sit and sift and surmise
what we [...]
Empty Box
These forgotten precepts upon which you rely:
our body’s vain and useless symetry
illusion, but still hard we try
Our existence, the cold metonymy
of space, devoid, our atoms cry
out, the emptiness of our humanity
That you would deny
these meaningless words their ambiguity
and assert an Us instead of I
insists my point in perpetuity.
A box, within which sit I inside
a smaller [...]
Triolet #3
I’ll die to save myself from you
The days of truth are over
Though I never said a word untrue
I lied to save myself from you
Your eyes and lips and hands wont do
I wasn’t looking for a lover
Crying, I saved myself from you
Somehow I think it’s finally over.
The Second Clarity
An ode to devastate an elegy
The words confined to muse
Time spent counting our abuse
Clock hands now in syzygy
Delicate time, the filigree
formed from faceted refuse
Hung from sleeve and nigh accused
clock hands caress soliloquy
But for our stance to be forgotten
and time turned back upon it’s face
the world outside is dull and fractioned
and I fear a fall from [...]
The First Clarity
Implant a man inside the brain
which never was a man
Supplant the lipid gone insane,
a limp incestuous plan
Arrange the seating at the party
whose comp’ny never comes
The party strange and surging hearty
alarmed in dream and surly won
Two doctors useless dancing, paid
to diagnose the indication
Five years manipulate my mainstay
of infernal vindication
And now the machinations of dirty dream
awake to [...]
Terza Rima #3 (Circles, Always like Cirlces, Kundalini Circles The Ego Like Prey)
Like Plathe, I’ll say I’m through:
head in the oven to bide my time
my eloquence cannot quench you.
And once more, you’re no longer mine.
Decisions too preemptive, strike
me down, I’ll admit defeat to swine,
but no force to make the skirt to hike
once more, the pig’s head on my shoulders
lay, the hog is not unlike
my reflection, steadfast as [...]
Tercet
Our sickness is an infernal game
The pain inflicted with weakened heart
Upon a lover’s brow, head’s lowered in shame
Contradictions like logic infernal start
And tame the shrew and wreck the brain
Upon the soil, victims of toil, slain
Like Maimonides gaze, to fall apart
Wisdom’s retribution cast upon the lame
A contribution to the game, like art
Transitory and endless, what is [...]
