Tuesday, April 25, 2017

In wine-sore late-early hours

In wine-sore
late-early hours

With rose bouquets
as headphones--

Red to my right
White to my left,

I hold on
To thorn-wand songs so hard

Tho' they tear into
The flesh of my palms,,,

Don't talk to me about honeylove
I cannot row across the blueblack lake

To the shores of the longpoint

I cannot croon sexysongs

Nor softshoe shuffle

In waltztime

Until you sing a desperate kiss
Into my mouth

And fill my lungs with

Violent hearthammered
Hopefulness.

____________

*4/25/17

Thursday, February 2, 2017

Poem Forty-Five

Another day of indifferent snow

And I'm pushing the plough of time

Through frozen fields


Another day of anxiety

And I'm upon my knees again

With a skullfull of snarling wolves


Another day of hopeless attrition

And I'm drinking down the dregs

Of another stonecold cup of bitter coffee...

____________

2/2/17

Monday, January 30, 2017

The Old House

Lately, I have been following my
memories
Like bare footprints in mud
marching back
to my boyhood bedroom
in the
Old House

(Which is no more...)

The dated wallpaper and
carpet
The guitar-scars 'pon the ceiling

The air thick with art-pencil graphite
and nascent dreams

My old man violently reminding me
on a regular basis
That I am useless and stupid

And the radio seductively reminding me
on a regular basis
That I am alive and hopelessly artfucked

For reasons beyond comprehension
It's always late Autumn
and after midnight
In those memories...

Cold
and
Dark
and
Forever
Blissfully
Electric...

___________

*1/30/17

Mother of Exiles

Oh,
Sad petty
Little men--
You
Graceless
Dreamless
Sons of  Destruction...

She has seen the likes of you
Too many
Times to
Count.

You are not the first,
Nor will you be the
Last
To assault
Her virtue..

But clearly
You have not bothered to
Learn the lessons
Taught to
Your
Progenitors--

A mother will sacrifice
All
to
Protect
Her children--
Tooth and nail
Blood and bone:

You may try to degrade
And humiliate her--

You may try to abuse
Abase, and
Dehumanize
Her daughters & sons

But she will pull
Each and every star
From the
Heavens
And stuff each
And every one
Down your
Throats
Until you choke
To death
On
Your own
Immolating cruelty.

____________

* 1/30/17

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Pas De Deux

I have dreamt of you
in waltz-time
   laughing piano arpeggios
Your eyes
the threat of
thundersnow
Dancing
in faerietale Red Shoes
   kicking blood
and dust up
into
my face
And
I in soulstruck awe
   Diving headlong
into the pas de deux
Matching and mirroring
You

I have dreamt of you
An exhalation
away from a kiss
   Smiling
At once
cautionary and inviting
   Biting my lower lip
I spin, turn, glide
Blinded by starlight
   Drunk on impossibilities
And you
Pirouetting
  upon tear-slick floorboards
Bathed in grace and freedom

Lullaby-soft
  You throw me
One last wild wondrous
Knowing look
   And then vanish--
As I awaken with
a breathless
broken
Heart.

__________

*1/5/17

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Broken Stars

Once
Upon a time
I chiseled through her
Hard heart
And found
The sleeping
Diamond

I threw 
A spark
And caught
Myself on fire

She laughed
And
Lit up the dark
With
My humiliation

I sang
Until my throat
Hurt:
Hymns of glory
To the
Shining remover
Of darkness.

And
Eternity
Responded back

With resounding
Silence

___________

*12/13/16

Wednesday, November 16, 2016

Flotsam

When I was a boy
I built the loveliest
ship--
majestic masted,
rigged with
the finest sails
and
as ornately carved
as any Spanish galleon.

I conscripted
my dreams
to crew
this hopeful boat
And we brave
and mighty adventurers,
We set off
to see the world--
To gather wisdom
and seek fortune
beyond our
wildest
imaginations.

Yet despite all of
my most careful
preparations
and provisioning,
my planning and
course-charting--
All too soon after
weighing anchor,
the enterprise
was
doomed to
ill-fate.

The oceans would be
tempest tossed
and the seas unkind;
The ports-of-call,
cut-throat dens of iniquity
and vice--
I learnt to fight
and I fought to learn;
And for a while,
My band of faithful privateers and
I, we survived
and eked out
Such a living as we could.

But discontent
settled in amongst the
crew
Until
one-by-one
they left my service
Or in madness
jumped ship
to drown
in the sorrowful
depths.

With my last remaining
compatriots
I struggled to
pilot our now battered
unbeautiful
barque
through
storm
and maelstrom
and wicked wave

Until the once proud vessel
was finally
conquered
by the relentless
violence of the sea--
The last of my stalwart crew
consigned to
the fathomless
depths
And I
cast a-drift
upon the wreckage

And so here I am
left to float
as nothing more than
a piece of
wretched flotsam
upon
and the unforgiving
tides of life...

____________

11/16/16



Wednesday, August 31, 2016

I no longer fear the dark

I no longer fear the dark

for

there is

nothing

that

ghosts

nor

demons

can do to me

that

I haven't already done to myself.

____________

*8/31/16

Friday, August 26, 2016

An American Dream

I
 came to
sore
 and skin-torn
A crust of blood
 my garnet
 garment

I dreamt
 of
six tiny golden gods
reposing
 in their beehive chambers
awaiting the
 command
 to arise
   and   destroy

I dreamt
 of
a holy hand of harm

I dreamt
 of 
convenient cataclysm

I
 came to
in a ditch of despair
 with

A mouthful of bullets

And a GFY from the Underworld
 stapled to my waistcoat.

____________

*8/26/16

Friday, May 27, 2016

You came to me in a butoh dream

You came to me           in a butoh dream
     Ash----covered...
            Moon-pure--

Dancing     in exquisitely    painful
     Slow
                        Motion

And I,   glass-smashed:
    A wrecked               wicked ship
            Beached and   bleeded

Awaited   your weeping-willow
             Kiss
                          Upon my brow

You  you    you  tore the black              from
  My    heart
              And         shielded me from

The terror   of heaven
              And the        sinister hopefulness
      Of hell

You  held   the cold stone   of me
     Against your     snow-soft    skin
                       Until    oblivion demanded his

Final
                Terrrible
                                   Tribute.

And I...      faded     into            twisted           blissful         memory.

____________

*5/27/16






Wednesday, April 13, 2016

It's a Sad silly state-of-affairs

It's a
Sad silly state-of-affairs–

No more witty words to
Knit together–

No more wounds to peepshow poledance
For unimpressed un-aroused
Earthlings:

Here,
The motherless godless madman
Stares into the dragon's maw–

Pyrofantastic destruction
Beckons...

_____________

*4/29/16

Tuesday, March 8, 2016

Shard-Heart

Once
a
lostlove
showed
me
the
marvel of
ghost stars

And ere we
fell
from our
lofty perch
atop
the
iron-arrogant
oak

I
heard
a
catbird
sing

And
the song:
it
broke my
stupid
heart
to
sorry
regrettable
pieces.

____________

*3/8/16

She

She
    writes
          stories for the hopeless
    sings
          songs for the heartbroken
     dances
           magnificent ballets 'pon bleeding feet
She
     imprisons
           the universe in lozenges of glass
     teaches
           wee savages to read and think
     lights
            fuses, blowing your mind to kingdomcome
She
     fucks
            all of this shit up, like a boss
     steals and destroys
            everything you once held holy
     touches
            your face and usurps your belief in God.

____________

*3/8/16

            

Monday, November 9, 2015

Merope

You

The lost     star

   Your
Light     but

A

Whisper
 

     Cast

Across

Centuries
   of    blackspace

To

Becalm   me here

In my eye-sore
     Urgent     time

of

Blindness.

____________

*11.9.15

Monday, November 2, 2015

Kisswite

I've spent a lifetime
Chasing
Kisses discarded by
Dangerous damosels--
Dreamperfect
Avalonian Witches:
So
Apple-wild
And
So
Very
Bloodwise

Damnably,
They always
Hold me
At arms-lengths,
Inviting and smiting:
Reminding me
Ever
That this world
Is nothing
But
Feral fantasy.

______________

*11/2/15

Friday, October 23, 2015

Wire

With cloudfingers thrust
Through my hair,
I step out upon the wire--

Your candleflame smile
Waltzes just out of
Dancing reach of my
Idiot lips--

Drunk upon deadleaf ale,
My Dutch-courage
Sings with
A borrowed tongue:
The Assclown's Aria--

Softshoe shuffl'ing
Like a deranged firecat
Out upon
A frayed vein of night

I step recklessly upon the wire:
Behold me--
The Lord of The Lunatics

____________

*10.23.15

Friday, October 2, 2015

Broken Boys

Broken boys
singing
Their broken songs
of
silly 'coon-skin caps
and shitty witticisms
Broken boys
embarrassed
by
broken guitar strings
and forgotten lyrics
But
all cockscomb confidence
And
Downed powerlines...

Broken boys
singing
Their busted lovesongs
for exiled northern girls
whose kisses taste
of rum and dead autumn
leaves
Broken boys
in troubadour boots
and burning beards
tomb-robbing
the trash-treasures of
The holiest
wastrels...

Forgive them
Their trespasses
Tho' they give not a
Singing
Broken fuck
For those who
Trespass against them.
____________

*10.2.15