the great hedonist
i tore rabbit fur for my coat
from the fleeing children
of widowed hare
i drained the grapes of every vinyard
juniper berry kiss
i found nothing but bliss
i cackled in excess
bleeding from glass addled feet
with strange women
like ghosts
who shared my bed
i smoked the stars and ate the sun
until Zeus
the beast himself
shot lightning into my heart
his voice boomed judgment
and as i rose
the petals fell from my shoulders
my teeth stained with wine
i stared him straight in the eyes
he boomed again
"why do you mock me?"
i could only smile
i fell from my clothes
and pulled a spear from mother earth herself
i charged him
the great Zeus
was nothing
against the endless pit
of my desire.

i ingest these poisons
so i may grasp the nature
of the impermanent.
i gather up broken pieces
of broken people
so i may see beauty
despite hopelessness
i become the strength
where others have none
yet it is this paradigm
that will tear me undone.
for a bridge to brighter shores
is useless
if it breaks under the weight
of a thousand bare feet
a mirror will only reflect
what the eyes long to see.

i watch her dance
sweet joy fresh upon the brow
like tiny beads of sweat that fall
and softly kiss the ground
when i am low
i crawl into her cocoon
and a tired pirate
will finally sleep
only to awake
to the tendrils of touch
creeping like vines
across weathered flesh
a trickle sensation
giving life, and taking it away
in lieu of sadness jest.

my hands are stained
dyed red and blue
with the memory of you

we **** wisps of meaning down spines like beads of sweat
we send them south
across the border
between the trees
i lay my head
the ground beneath me quivers
the grass becomes damp
and the quake can be heard
like a long gentle sigh
and for a moment
the mind turns black

at the precipice
we seal ***** envelopes
with dry tongues
and hurl them into the abyss,
in the hope that some strange soul,
on estranged tides,
will find solace and smiles in lost letters of love.

x

i seek only
the sold soul
who traded the promise
of life beyond
for the simple taste
of sacred sanskrit beauty

falling like rings

soundless clatter
from cool jet black
ringlets.
there were no words
in the time before
only mindless grunts
and sighs
oh so full of meaning
i can still hear the stirring
the gentle click of rhythm
man mimics nature
nature mimics music
music shall always mimic the gods
yet we still sharpen our knives
and dampen our odds.

time will tell
only the stories
worth passing from lip to lip
but it is those forgotten fables
around which i wrap my kiss

How did it go
Around and around
Thick and thin
Slivers of beads
And evil piercing shrapnel

Bangbang
Two swipes
And gone were they
From the world.
No one knows
Where they went
But they are so far gone
That no hospital machine can bring them back.