Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children.
Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb
Where the yew trees blow like hydras,
The tree of life and the tree of life
Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.
The blood flood is the flood of love,
The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,
Me and you.
So, in their sulfur loveliness, in their smiles
These mannequins lean tonight
In Munich, morgue between Paris and Rome,
Naked and bald in their furs,
Orange lollies on silver sticks,
Intolerable, without mind.
The snow drops its pieces of darkness,
Nobody's about. In the hotels
Hands will be opening doors and setting
Down shoes for a polish of carbon
Into which broad toes will go tomorrow.
O the domesticity of these windows,
The baby lace, the green-leaved confectionery,
The thick Germans slumbering in their bottomless Stolz.
And the black phones on hooks
Glittering
Glittering and digesting
Voicelessness. The snow has no voice.
28 January 1963
Jul 18, 2022
Jul 18, 2022 at 10:11 PM UTC
I've had this dream so many times
of swans in a ****** lake begging me to drink
well I came to this lake to drink, so drink I will
this lake that takes your pain
and gives you beauty in return
this lake that takes your pain
and drinks from you in return
in these red waves reflected back a specter
a wicked image of yourself, rotting, drenched in color
the burning stench of the swans shrouded by their beauty
these swans are looking directly at you
Dec 30, 2021
Dec 30, 2021 at 3:20 PM UTC
I only took the moon to care for the night
I fed her water and dusted her pillars, and when the dawn came to unleash its sight, the sun himself couldn’t bear her light
Mar 24, 2021
Mar 24, 2021 at 8:16 AM UTC
I want to say that all my life ive been a bride married to grief
It is the field from which I sow with foreboding and reap with transience
It grips me in my silence, and grazes me in my anger
To have and to hold
for better, for worse
From this day forward;
Til death do us part.
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 4:34 PM UTC
red tape tapers the walls
white walls cover the halls
tabula rasa my mind descends
into depths deeper, I pretend
i'm far from home, far from here
far from anyone and everyone dear
a lady in the corner speaking in riddles
singing upon the silver strings of a golden fiddle
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 7:40 PM UTC
following me are the devil's thieves
they ask if i'm alright
but i can hardly see
through the purples
and the blights
and the blinding bright lights
and in my grief i can't help but scream
nearing the edge of a bottomless stream
though the waves are violent
this trench remains silent
i claw at the cliff i'm tumbling down
to no avail
i simply drown
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 5:06 PM UTC
i'm caught in an abyss
clawing my way out
clinging to hope
but hope's gone drought
sliding down deep
into bottomless despair
how surprised am i
to find you waiting there
May 27, 2019
May 27, 2019 at 4:36 PM UTC
One flight
Without dew
Warmed by the Sun,
It plugged the mouth
Stirred it smooth
Bubbling slowly,
It sputtered
May 21, 2019
May 21, 2019 at 7:47 AM UTC