Tuesday, November 21, 2017

miel venenosa

fill
my mouth
with
venomous
honey

your
treacle tongue
your
resuscitative
kisses

slick
euphoria
hardwired
to my 

every 
irresistable
desire

but

be careful
my love

lest
you
become
the moon.

___________
*11/20/17

Með blóðnasir

I have ploughed
facefirst
   into this
life

Tumbled
arseovertit
  and made .so. .many.
mistakes:

I have loved
recklessly
   and with lunatic
abandonment

Fought
foolheartedly
  only to fail
againandagain.:.andagain

I have incinerated
synapses
  with art and
magic

Creased
my face with
   laughlines and
crowsfeet

I have burst my lungs
screaming songs
  flamemighty
and vainglorious

Faceplanted
upon wisdom's floor
  poemchasing
crylaughing

I have stood upon
dawn-sand
   beckoning the
spidertide

Bloodynosed
bruised and
   boneweary
but everglad

To Be

Alive

____________
*11/21/17


Thursday, November 16, 2017

Kintsukuroi

We are
     All of us
In one way or another
     Damaged

Broken

Tho' some hurts
     Can never be
Completely
     Healed

Forgotten

With painstaking effort
     We can be
Put back together
     Repaired

Mended

And our undisguised scars
     Become a part of our
Greater history of
     Strength

Beauty

And

Divinity...

____________

*11/16/17

Tuesday, November 7, 2017

ethereal

in a daring dream
we danced
and you

pirouetted
eyesclosed

ascendant

desperately attempting

to become an angel

but i have never been
exultation-bound

inelegant earthboy
me

i caught you
'pon your descent

but you had licked
vespertine
starhoney

and i could
read immediately
'pon your face

that we would never again
dance

that
you would trade
elegance
and love

for

ethereal

freedom.

____________

11/7/17

I have swam through the eventide

I have swam through      the eventide
and tasted      the sweet
grey kiss of       brittle mortality--

I have knelt before       the six
glorious royal        ravens
and begged for      jet-black blessings:

My synapses      arc-welding insane possibilities
And lust-red      philosophies--
Letters of      marque and reprisal...

Deciduous proclamations     orange, gold, and brown:
Ruminations      --assassin quiet,
They fell upon me      like failed faerie tales...

And burnt      the carefully painted  constellations:
A storm is brewing     brutal and Pyrrhonic:
I have pounded upon     heaven's door with

Panicked urgency:

Only to discover:

Nobody's

Home.

___________

11/7/17

Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Amulets

Watch-chain
C h a r m s

Christmas-tree
S t a r s

B l u e
Bells and Pomegranates

Your
E y e s --

Forest
F i r e s

B u r n t
offerings

Fool's
G o l d

Trinkets and
A m u l e t s

Precious
D e t r i t u s

A l l
Love

All
M i n e

Always.

____________

*10.17.17

Billy Somebody

Jack-o-lantern-voice
singsonging
uncertain ballads--

Cross your heart
and
die to hope

Billy
Somebody

Waterbaby:

River-traitor:

Enow
Swaddled in
Lakelustre

>>Pennsylvania chimney stars... <<

Deboraarobed in desperate
Ghost-tattooed
Blood Memories...

Billy Something

Folded into a foolscap
Aeroplane
and thrown

Into the October bonefire::...

Remember:

Billy Nobody

23 broken candles
Burnt on both ends:
Incendiary cacophony

Lips all kiss-stitched
And scarred--
Black jasper prayers

Unanswered

Billy Anybody

Billy Idiot

____________

*10.17.17

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

If my light should fade

If my light should

Fade--

Please make sure

That I float away

On a Friday evening

In early June

With a delicate eggshell-blue

Sky

Beckoning :---

And:::

If my yellow eyes

Should

Surrender

The broken fight...

Thus causing

My poor people

To weep for

My passing:

Please

Let them know:

That their Love

Has made me

Immortal...

_____________

*6/20/17


Tuesday, May 30, 2017

In a perfect summer downpour

In a perfect summer downpour

Laughing like a fool

Music luxuriating in my ears--

My newly bought paperback book

Being recklessly ruined--

Me: drenched to the bone--

But: the promise of

Colombian empanadas

and Cat chastisements

Awaiting

In my 67th Drive flat...

Irresistible:--

Perfect.

:/:/:

When the darkness descends,
Please know that my brain
was not always full of revolt
And Wretchedness

Once, long ago,
I was

A rainfool

And so

Very

Happy

Reveling

In my naïvety,

____________

*5/30/17

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Milquetoast Poet Blues

Here I am

Lotophage:..
Thistle-eater

Masquerading

As a Man of
Letters
While

The Planet
Burns

And
All of the glorious
Stardogs

Have all become
Roadkill

What good are my
Lovesongs

when
The pyroclastic flow
of
Hate now

Reigns supreme?

What the fuck am I
anymore
But
a
rubber-souled
Milquetoast
poet?

____________

*5/23/17

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

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