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Friday, July 15, 2011

Dwelling

Beyond

beseeched bellowing


pushing

pushing


languished lucidity

leveling the play


i

them

between


foreign fields,


white boned


death


nearly, never

stoically standing


the remaining terrain

levels linear plain


red ravine

virginal peak

grassy knoll


slaughtered hush


less

less


mired momentarily

mundane


frivolous fealty

battle bruised blur


settling

settling


morseled morass

engulfing slaughtered

shame


fig leaf stained

stagnant

still


brittle bones boring (w)holes


casted of hollowed hallow

sacred

shallow


masked before betrayal


turbulent reasons

rally

treasonous tremors


futile

futile


our passage home.


Monday, April 26, 2010

incantation

of absolute
no importance
who “I” am
what “I” am

behind this mask.
i am this

myth.

a snap
left of screen
a photo album click.

cleverly schemed
concocted dream

voyeuristic seed
hedonistic greed
personified fictions
stop-start the bleed

feeding
soul void
voodoo.

silver dollar
flash flesh
white ribbed
poised pose

smile exposed.

friend?
lover?
bitch?
whore?

conjured vile
lusted pure

illusionary taste

touch

tease

breathe…


apocalypto
human need.

Monday, February 8, 2010

Lime Tree Cottage

Handspun history
dimly shines on
slanted beams of 
late twilight.

Casting shadow 
of leaf and stem
surrendering 
above.

Fifteen years ago,
Lime Tree Cottage
was ours.

Fifteen years ago,
my skin
your pen
our poetry.
Such perfectly
painted interiors.

Arching entry
into sleeping
gardens, such
fertile soil.

Youth seldom shares.

Delight arrives
as softly as it parts and, 
I,
I stand detached
in quiet desolation 
among thatched longings.

Horses graze on
sage green weeds,
the curving bleed 
of meadow.

Lichen lined 
vows
Vacant of daffodil spring
reunion.

This boarder country.

The tweed sea 
still steel grey
gazes and
beckons me on.

I look Westward 
into the dusky 
air of dissonant 
departure.

Night LIfe

You,
anthropomorphic creature
awaiting head 
first

Plunge

contumely applauding
my apprehensive soliloquy
of an impending catastrophe.

The sky is falling
upon partitioned premonitions 
of ceiling crack cries.

two a.m.

The adhesive stars 
have dimmed to
yellowed plastic pale
barely bright
enough
to map this course

My abyss.

moonlight sonata
reverberations
lolling in looped command
Somewhere in Time
Some High Noon
that is not mine.

Such literary nonsense
tucked beneath
behemoth soft
downed dwellings

I lay silent still
stretched out
stone by stone

like Folly Bridge
dissecting
island 
on doomed filled night.

Candied Confessions

I hide sweets
under bed
next to my red
lace nightie.

I hide them
like girl bones.

Lean doomed hungers,
hard eyed spite,
sugar frosted
inner thighs.

madeleine madness,
Mine.

Clitoral crumbs
coat
desolate desire.

Slaked seductions,
omnivore oblique,
birth fresh corruption. 

Kaleidoscope

pebbled beadings
bleeding need
my inadequacies 
glow and flow
inside (in)visible light.

unbalanced by
your voyeurism
i tumble
tumble into your rotations. 

twists and turns
from opposite end
exposing 
the mirror cracks
of my imperfections.

translucent flakes
of stained glass skin.

Cartwheels

June Nineteen Seventy Seven
she
bright eyed and hopeful
turning bare foot cartwheels
in dandelion grass
until earth and sky 
collide into molasses dusk.

Dizzily excited to make wish
upon first southern star
canning fireflies in mason jars
and singing rita coolidge all grown-up like.

Longing to know
how a first kiss must feel
and if her boobs would ever grow
berry brown and golden eyed
filled to the brim with possibilities 
not yet jaded by the crumbled dreams 
and schemes of "all grown-up."

She would not have understood
if i interrupted her play
regretfully revealing what became 
of her life
No, 
she would have shrugged her shoulders
and scratched scab on dirty knee
smiling crookedly back at me 
and turned another cartwheel.