RIGOR MORTIS spreads upon the dead
complacency surely does the same
apart crimes of displaced compassion
together conspiracy to commit the dead
So the fire embraces imaginary lines
of transgressions never bought or said
Someone pay the price in giving flesh
and losing the part of living best
God I give you my eternal soul
forgive me my weakness in believing
let the sun shine upon my living spirit
::12-26-2013::
QUIET SPACES kissie comfort
spiral-pain touch tickle
blood reaffirm a memory
life is what you live
Seductress enters dream
mixing tonics skin-liquid
thirsty-soul drink-hungry
higher mind slap-shit you
Choir boy suffer stiff collar
dead one endure post-life
love ones shun past-memory
so thick process-life
makes you wonder
— who is better off
dead or living
::12/26/2013::
UPON empty midnight streets
a washed in silver night rains
I carried your ghost in arms
Not once did you say —
or breath upon my skin
your ghost declines such pleasure
And on that cobblestone night
clickety-clack of horsemen
I saw your shadow in the park
Frozen-stare in congealed time
then in action I ran toward you
there by the grand tree of oak
Moonbeam drops through pale skin
opal hair distant stare
ruby lips love-drench gems
Away the world fell
cascade-passion drowned
eddies swirl-lust despair
You are the ghost
within my arms
moon-leaves fall
sparkle-night burn
one body–two hearts
I carry you today
— tomorrow-eternally
one body
— two hearts
:::::
THE HUMAN LANGUAGE is front-loaded
with the weaponry it requires
to destroy the bearer of any news
;;–;;
I CUDDLED my emotions
when fear brought me roses
and knew that such ways
— as me
can play an instrument
— psychosis
Simpler to just praise it all
the good and bad
— and sad and fears
an occasional bottle
— of broken tears
then to wrap it up
and embrace the birth of death
++()++
[AS a wish just to me
I choose to speak —
in abstract poem
so here I say
to you the brave…]
MOSTLY shiver in my veins
beneath coiled rivers
in steel-stained vanes
how could she ever know
broken records shattered
polyvinyl grooves within my soul
beat the skip in troves of love
catch the dove within it’s peace
twist the neck of lover’s pain
and whisper neatly blood-red stains
[My apologies if I gave confused
— in return I have to go
that Imperial garden
of abstract thought
so I leave — shattered soul]
:():
YES there is a light
that bright light within
so warmly burning
eternally so warming
Yearning…
And so you catch a star
gently swinging from afar
and fall upon your head
— softly-bump your heart
And all your pennies falling
across a peppered-ground
tears so burning
— but not a sound
Dry-heaving sobs inside beating
fearful once it’s started…
and uncontrolled reeling
across the ground scattered feelings
But when it’s over – yes it shall
that inner strength releases
sunbeams of perpetual soul-light
and then shall you know —
the immortal soul you are…
unbreakable…
indisputably strong
unshakeable…
singing swan song
::)(::
AND if the lost made their return
from soil to land and within your life
would you — could you — accept them back
from death to dust and an urn
Surely first the shock and disbelief
maybe a hug if you dared – could you?
and all the adjustments you made — evaporate
The new lover what say to them —
who replaced the gaping hole within your heart
a new baby but not from him — what then?
The possibilities of a return, some sweet
but most a hidden poison — you think secretly
But in the end (their end) sprang new possibility
You live your life as best you can
especially when a lost is much to bear
and you pray — leave the lost within the ground
…sweet love sleep sweetly unto the light
|+|
When the wind bites the heart of that lonely lover
and the living have gone to bed and escape into dreams
you walk that empty wet path on Bourbon Street
away from jagger eyes slacken smiles the blues pull you in
Mother, should you have killed me
the winds wouldn’t be biting now
I want to climb back into that time
reverse the walk and bleeding talk
Confused child where do you come from?
I come from a land so far away from here
my ticket says, “From the deep beyond”
Won’t you take me back
To that land from beyond
I want to spread a lot of love
Wont’ you take me back
To that land from beyond
I have something to tell you
So I take that walk again — beer stained stones
sultry notes of blue and pain filling the air
And I don’t mind your bite anymore mistress wind
the pain is better than the kiss of empty death
:::::
MANY times more than twice have I seen
the ghosts of family, friends and then…
some whose faces that I did not know
Quaintly, with ethereal elegance they are
silky touch, feather breath, and opal eye
Outside of the tick-tock of father time
It is most inappropriate to ask of them
to state their business or intended pleasure
extend your politeness over scorn I say
//–//
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