i want to trace

your face seven

times over...

till the seventh

day gets weak

in the knees.

so you can come

over...

while being

right here~~~

there are gods

and goddesses

greater than you.

that put things in

place so you can

grow up to them.

as to know what you

wander through.

able to survive in

mythological wilds.

one lost mind at a

time.

the sky cannot follow what

it has occasioned, so i bide my

clarity through snow.

the ground becoming a vast

return, indistinguishably white

from the sky.

now and again--there's nowhere

for a moment to go.

amalgamated June,
you've yet again been
taken up by the year
of your lord--
furrowed brow spread
fast to the skull,
glazed in contemplative
oils.
high noon drop down
of sun's cymbal...
clanging at the rim,
in gushes of sound.
all coming alive around
you, now square the peace of
minds that seek survival.
divvy it up, bury that
parsimonious fist, and
apportion the newborn
and seasoned alike!
assure all with that snappy
blue sheet you fly and
fan a blizzard of cottonwood
seeds with.
these keynote speakers of
silence you undo the land
with, as they touch all the
right and wrong places.
swelling a lubricious humidity,
a writhing--cut suddenly free.
quicksilver fish, lightning--
kindle-coal, ****.
in need of tempest's assistance--
June!

overarching angel--

guardian to this exile,

as love cut to the cliff.

a footfall from plunge--

grimaces at the stranding

long of the blue.

as if the sun were casting

the sparks of aspersions.

while simpering salts

season fish and devils--

wiling away their lot of depth.

if shore be shelter, let this no

man's land be worth spit!

as waste is laid the length of a

man without a woman's touch.

pearl's creme--

her revitalizing

face mask.

to the depths

of countenanced

secrets that could

wear out the dead.

sea mist's mystic

abeyance...

the world is
full of
people who can't
make eye
contact.
so you stare
them down
all at
once,
and come out through
the back
of their heads.
keep going baby girl,
blink back
their
divided houses.
follow the waving beam of
light.
you vital Queen,
slouch in
your throne
and
scratch your
******!
make mercy beg
for your
forgiveness,
leave your
scent upon
the "blind deaf
stone".
sell *** back to
itself, if it
cheapen the
thrall of your
ecstasy.
yours is the only
dance i know
truer than
matter,
as matter.
you lost your
mind to smaller
ones, who could
not find proof of yours.

it is dark enough

to be dined upon,

as if every motion

were a mouth.

in a forest whose

stomach has expanded

to desolation.

it is there a pack of wolves

surrounded me.

they smelt of burning firewood,

their matted fur popped electric

blue static.

they just kept circling me slowly,

not a growl to be heard.

then in graceful unison, they lowered

themselves to the ground and rolled

over.

exposing their bellies to me, i fell to my

knees and gave each wolf a belly rub

with a hand that felt no longer my own.

minny moons, orb-like replicas began falling...as i

watched some land on the wolves bellies and dissolve.

we out-howled the confines of earthly joy.

above us, that's what she was already

crying with.

to hate with a hate that
scandalizes half of hell--
to love with a love that
scandalizes half of heaven.
moreover, as one another.
merely par for the course.
whole as lungs in the
balance of air, for what's
risen has fallen.
what's fallen has risen.
as every truth a tired
hypocrisy.

wisdom refuses

its words, as words

refuse their wisdom.

though appearing as

succinct expression...

there's no reflection

caught in realization.

no shakti to shed what

you would call wisdom.