in ultraviolet tresses
threaded fingers knot excesses
murdered lovers breathe in second guesses
outside broken glass castles tracing steps on asphalt noons
walking to the spiral hills
on switchblade scars of dunes
(a vein queen load of gasoline
and a mouthful of the kills)

the great awake
through
the nightingale's span
and the yesterday brook
the tomorrow lights
that today mistook....




....for something more
than it really was...




...it always happens like that
with us, cardinal versus cat...




...people like you and i...and no one else has ever felt like that...






...

guiding
blank page muses
and muses riding *******
horses with iron honey legs
they combust in liquid
and finger themselves
in darkroom thighs
fluorescent ***
in the eaves of heaven
i wanna drip off your fingers
and
onto your belly
and
rollerskate into
your ****
and
tattoo your
lips shut
with sewn butterflies to the skyfields
the
skygrass
and
skykisses
and
name myself after your
blank spaces
and the forest fire days
of august new years

no one talks about you anymore
but i still
wonder the
way the salt
wonders about the tears
and the dark about
the midnight
if that really was
you
a valley out of the winding
sheets
and into the golden haired
hands of a long ago love
well practiced with incision

i keep my time
under my skin
years cut from memory mourning
in the lines
of a lifetime's twin
under my skin
i keep my time
iron gates rusted shut
from within
each sleeping love
unsigned

vapor on vapor moorings
your lips end when the smoke fades
brunette ashes on black tile floorings

(lit from above)
mascara tear ducts' lathe
eat a blown glass dove
with halos of smoke rings
the angels resurrect then bury
stock and store
nicotine for the winter
2 moths between doors
and 7 leaves of cherry


you
lift the latch
and slip inside
knowing
no one has heard you
but me
turn out the light
and
be my pure fire

iwanttofuckmedusa
intheassuntilshelooks
meintheeye
andseesherself­

artificial reef
coral windows
and
luxury liners
we part in waves
that never reach the shore

magic and loss
march 2, 1942 - october 27, 2013

to a life well lived
rest in peace...

eating breakfast
on a beaten girl's face
she ignites when you take it
she glows in her faith
with gold and blue phalange atop sleekest new marrow
she is clear raincoats and black body polish
she is siamese cats asleep on a windowsill
she is the rusted remains where the ices draw narrow
she is reading rimbaud and drowning brian jones

the swan's neck upper reach
is steady with guilt
engraved with your initials
a monogrammed friese
on white marble quilt

into this pink grist
run mercury brooks
from the tower of liana
and ruptured mist
pools an ovarian sky
barefoot through milky way city
above strawberry ice cream lane
stratus clouds scale the ruins
and
the maraschino cherries ******* rain

i long 4 the lonely distance bared
ladies with cut lips and stitches laced
beewings and seafeathers paired
salt water ******* and eyelashed face

the distance girls are borrowed and enslaved
the country girls let it go on weekends
they're always well behaved                        

   (projections of avy
patti smith and honey
over black tea))

                      with excess love
and a goodbye kiss
                the wall of
dawn walks you home
holds your hand
and threads
the nightly fissure
on a soft slow abyss

--//--

**** tenhundredboys and youreawhore
**** tenhundredthousand
and you'realegend

--//--

beholden to your beauty;
the granite phoenix, the marble hips
the inside of your lips, the ivory pride
the deserted candlelight of
the shoreline's mirrored bride

foundation poured on salt and rain
erected towers of fiery strait
that drown you with their bluest flame

"how deep the under sea hours
in time and stealth and name
how blue the whitecaps fall
echoing with their own weight"

from between the ****** currents
of the breach and petal skin
the black chariots transport
their starless charge held sway
as rose water lips part
the very God's laid within
bared and beholden to this later day

.




































wherehaveubeen
allmylife?

where solar lips are parted
and crescent ******* hardened
cobalt fire licks your name off its oldest breath
this ****** hollow bends its neck through thermal skies and sand
scarlet waves of heat off your (sweet ancestral) hand
come inside, the door is open. the answer's always yes

Medusa’s gaze would turn to sand
if she knew the stony glories spanned
within rock candy walls ablaze
flood plains carry hydrogen freight
from your abyss' collapsing weight
the broken ***** flowers rusting in the haze

long stem bows in the cut orchestral
steal blood from the times ancestral
the ink has spilled and left a stain
under folded layers of skin
that the mirror reflects from views within
your eyes are naked lights, innumerable and plain.

the night is blue and sever
the moon is an attack
my hand's been out forever
you are never coming back

.
















to the ****
what death saint
must
stronger
radiate periods of
the self
no longer























.

the glass shot
and the icicle flower
corroded by the hours
and those who are not

afloat in the starlight flares
ghost tied and eyeless
pin ***** black iris
in your navy hair

paper blossom and white thunder
your older sister and i
harvest vineyard sky
on our knees the dirt of wonder

that night
on the ferris wheel
coney island
in the rain
the atlantic ocean
fell asleep
and pulled back the blankets
of autumn

blind and black andromeda drops her skirt
and
around her waist she drapes the coldest dirt
when the pink pearl parade is nearing
don't ask, for long forgotten what was told her
monarch and viceroy we age (but don't get any older)
2 dark lovers sleeping in a midnight clearing

overland their dreams they glide of a lower shaded tint
darkness over top of light white chocolate eggs and mint
linen kitten sheets under branches lined of frost
the surface tower rises by a shower sky of cream
silhouetted hours joined discreetly at the seam
riding overnight trains so as not to wake the lost

the cauldron of a moment seen after a lifetime's purge
parallel hips that light a smile never to converge
"she smells like nina simone with a humid voice like ether
pastel lips, renaissance legs and august sunset *******..."
a second to align our love before the blackened water crests
nobody, nobody, nobody knows the depths that lie beneath her

this fairground love ends in blessed rapture flame
the terminal separation that God has given name
of a strawberry village girl isolated and honey tressed
whose severed fingers have guided paths anew
when she could have left she decided not to
but bound her deserter's hands behind love's holy breast

now the violet sands cover our tracks then shift
returning to a landscape's nightly spiral drift
that was the night everything changed
the hunted left the hunting grounds
the silence longed to find a sound
the equinox flowers lay rearranged

pillars buried
in sand
colored ice
and wax sunrays
bleached blue by
the oncoming tide

ceremony stains on sunday's dress
spilled the girls from their secret sea
pressed tulips in april water breast
the daily deluge capsizing thee

shooting junk behind the admitting room
blood like a humid evicted cloud
the new girls moan, the red girls storm
their morning afters read aloud

to all the glass venom buildings
bearing witness
an elder *****
unknown
and
undone

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the white candle will
of your flickering skin
told in ages of
faultless flight
wades through
cirrus tendrils
on the last day of night

these long stemmed years
on the sleeves of palace black
serenade the undertow
on soprano lips
until God can feel the lack

mccoy tyner
played piano
in the john coltrane "classic"
quartet in the
1960s
he is still
alive
today

jimmy garrison
played
bass
in
the john coltrane
quartet
in
the
1960s

walking on eggs
i slipped
and
broke
my head
destroyed
my body
yolk

i know who
you
are
sitting there
in
the dark
you're the
same person
as
me
tiger shark

set sins in stone
wrap blanket in birds
and
let them atone

walking towards the park
under open ladders
and
stepping on sidewalk cracks
and
passing black cats in broken mirrors
you will never
be rid of
me

paper hearts dissolved in water/remnants framed in gilded glass/fresh heat on the rim/from your lips
dissipates/into the air/and is absorbed/by my hunted skin/another silent weapon in my arsenal/of fatal wounds

...

on the nights
the immortal girls
their
andromeda hips
are
blowing dusted sunlight out of
angelic *****
and pursing cherry red
****** vagrant lips
i want to be
the first and
the last
sealing the faultline
of devotion
with your
unrequited thoughts
said aloud from your cigarette mouth
while  
all
the other lonely girls
at
the second chance ballet
dance inside the smokeclouds stack
share their lipstick
and
blush

what sedate openings
your pretty mouth doesn't lack
the feline grace of the new
and an orchid palate of tact
to feel those words push
past your lips and onto my own
is a sheltering message of belief
consecrated on these long white sheets
your floral body of dew
that i live and die beneath

the virus of yesterday shadows
a
cold headed
girl with violence
crooked head reversed
and ivory *******
with silence

the best generations of her
mind
she saw
destroyed by
excess
evaporated blue eyes
on the huntington express

closing
lights:
floating
dandelion
gold
on the harbor of
your
first kiss
(the water is
warmer than the
air)
the september rain
is in your august blood
like a beacon guiding
the summer sealights
to the tips of the waves

their holy radiance
breaks
the surface,
permeates
the depths
than
gradually
fade
into
the
blackness
of
your eyes

it didn't used to be this way
leaving hours in decay
armadas sailing chalks of line
rotten days drop from the vine

princess killer hides her hole from burning
as the starlight stalks the skyline
the rain pounds the nails in yearning
we pollute our love with time

...IIIIIIIIII......................I.....

in the killing meadow
serrated lips pink
and spread
coma fingers wet with
dread
jupiter red
and
saturn blue
i have all day to dream
of you

you and i
(the liquid waltz of halcyon days)
overflowing infinity, cascading streams of endlessness
lavender breath on a summer morning
as all knowing as a prayer
our love rises the golden pillars of twilight
and illuminates the star tide blossoming
redbirds ride the wake
through the city of glassine
shining overtures to dawn
flawlessly inert
as in a newborn moment

in her windowless mouth by the back room of the lights reflected off her eyes and
and
out of
her
mouth
a symphony
was born

it's the world that's self inflicted
this wound is mine
the blood is proof
and
washes me clean

the world's richest man
fought
the world's strongest man
for a place
overlooking my shoulder in order to have the best
view of
what
i'm
writing

this **** happens
all the time
and the
*******
still can't
understand
a word
much less
write
one

vapor
hisses
like
an unkept secret

swept out to sea on
the back edges of
forgotten
rain

on a
front porch swing
sitting close
in the rain
your humid skin sticks
to mine
water pours off the roof
and puddles in
the grass below us
each drop one part of a whole
unequal to
your atlantic smile
and
pacific eyes

there was a moment there was
((walking in the grass
my love and i))
when we saw the altered past
and wanted more to die

such elegiac visions truth
set between the blades amassed
my love and i
the day we saw the altered past
and wanted more to die

miss violet grows from water without
that is violet
is it not?
if you see miss violet
pick her up
and get her home
before she starts to rot

on the ruined side of town
from an old unsettled score

1970s melodies drift

shadowlines shift
in love's unfinished war
lay the greatness of your time
in a hollow bend by a tree of skin
and bones
under air tides of sea
and summer duets

sterile pools singe clean white sheets
as we sing a dying dirge of keats
godlipped eyes in odes of closings
lifetimes in their fevered sickness

disassembled friends and lovers
numb from blue bell laced deceits
ride the sunlight as it decomposes
out of time with love's lithe quickness

fading thorns on blackout roses
line threadbare broken hearted streets
the black eyed blossoms know your name...(follow you home, step by step on)
braided bricks under crumbling feet

when the day cries
the rain has to borrow
the soft sound
of your eyes
and
when your unearthly
beauty quietly
nods
silver light touches
the morning's facade