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dressed in green
and dressed in blue
the center of the world
on tilted axis flew
dressed in red
and dressed in green
lit from behind
my little machine

i can't see you
in a place
where you're
like this, i just couldn't
i can't place you in a see where you're unlike those
i want to...
who wouldn't?

this longing is legacy
for a girl cut in half
cold currents of knife
astride darkest path
without stopping for daylight
in somnambulant flight

(your 2 a.m. smile is reason enough)
      sheets of sound
somber
the womb of an angel
     a war goddess unbound

  
o
a
          stasis seraphic
       shrink wrapped
in sweet plastic
((the perfumed fields are elastic
with crowned princes dynastic))


this mortal season
on
this perfect day
strikes the hearts of the stolen
in a fugitive way

the clarified fire
sinew and lean
eats the sins
of the heavens
where the ashes convene


the park with the lake
is wooded and pretty
the sky's on the grass
in an underground city

i'm calling from a
subterranean ocean
the shells are all closed
and the waves are all broken

in a minute the  tides
will all swell
the gulls will
pack up
and the moonlight will dwell


say hello to
the girls from the sand
they can walk on the water
but never on land

the stars are submerged
all fallen and drowned
the light from the depths
shines upside down


ursa major
orion's belt
ursa minor
ice water vega
reversed ocean liner


inverted looks like the water
twisted so tonal sounds
mother and daughter
sister and brother
packed in blue ice
from the curves of the earth
and the jaws of a vise

in these dragonteeth winter days
you pick your time carefully
endpoints are delays
the decay of such that
they cannot touch
or remove them
erasing straight thoughts
as a means to improve them

sailing seas beneath
the skin underneath
the unrequited life
just out of reach

i'll nevercomplete it

i'll never repeat it

..

girls talk with God and God talks with girls
girls in silk stockings, studded leather and pearls
girls between jobs and girls between boys
girls all grown up and girls from hanoi
girls for all seasons and girls for the spring
girls for the winter and girls from beijing
girls coming first and girls coming last
girls from the future and girls from the past
girls on film and girls on waterskis
girls on one leg and girls named louise
girls who pretend and girls who must fake it
girls who steal and girls who just take it
girls in magazines and girls in books
girls in between and girls' fully cooked
girls fast and girls slow
girls high and girls low
girls in ivory towers and girls on the street
girls on their backs and girls on their feet
girls who remember and girls who forget
girls who have found jesus and girls who haven't yet
girls who own and girls who rent
girls on full throttle and girls who are spent
girls running and girls walking
girls biking and girls talking
girls who like girls and girls who like men
girls who prefer to be left alone and girls without friends
girls who write prose and girls who write verse
girls who are extremely,exactingly,not to mention incredibly,over the top verbose and girls terse
girls on vacation and girls on the job
girls who swim laps and girls who....bob
girls who like basquiat and girls who like haring
girls who like warhol and girls who like sharing
girls in wet raincoats and girls in full drag
girls playing drums and girls playing tag
girls who john cale and girls who lou reed
girls who plant bulbs and girls plant seeds
girls who don't and girls who do
girls that are nice and girls that are true
girls from the bottom and girls from the top
girls who keep writing and girls who know when
to stop

how filled with child
is the bringer of ***
so tender and mild
through his flesh now reviled

freight train flutes sound a refrain:
the long fanged winds are now parted
whilst teenage lovers have started
their ritual pain

tonight carries tomorrow
under blankets of sorrow
the unyielding clouds
carry bullets of flame
raise a glass to the hunted

(in hoods of black shroud
and red ribbons of shame)

ash in rainclouds dripping air
lilac perfume in her hair
clipped on limestone as a marker
parades of silence growing darker


in such delicate hours
when u breathe in whispers
        and morninglit frosts
your ponytail neck
and
        hibiscus flowers
spill your time in glassine
fingers drowning moments
                       as nothing lingers

when i find
my place
alone
inside
your head
i'll invite
my friends
to fill
the spaces
with
the
unsaid

numb are never iris
writhing mute and nameless
discarded daylight virus
curedbylivingsameness

adeathsentencefortheblameless

3 silhouettes can i view
4 modes of blues
and 5 scales of you
(in my concrete lungs)
4, 5, 6..

scalpel lips                                                             ­                                                                 ­        
sharpened
city strips

((aural styx
sweating
sudden fix))

if i were going
                                                           ­                                                                 ­                             i would wait
as long as possible
to kiss you
goodbye
if i were staying
i would never
tell another
living soul
about you
(becauseyouamme)

leading daylight to the slaughter
today's existence is
tomorrow's daughter

where the night begins
is where she ends
cream & sugar eyes
a grace that few transcend






the raise of air
fallen out of line
an eyelash promise
stings of life's decline

times speeds up
when you touch me
with your head

time slows down
when you feed me
with your dead

the water rests
the rain insists
is that what you said?

***** fission
ringwormed and worn
in a fetal position

blue blood(less) and opaque partly venus partly awake


brittle smoke the basement of youth
from the lower
          drifting street outlined by morning
gashed translucent wings and braid
empties out the milk brigade
                                                         ­      (ice water hymns   collided gaze rescinded unto twitching haze)
          
        
           dried rose thorns upon her head
yourself the queen denied the dead
footsteps 'neath the ardent wonder
shy gaze threaded 'tween the thunder




20 numbers in a pin ***** line
wishing they were pierced by 9
if 13 could he'd lick your prime but 13's 0 next to 9
(number 9 in its prime was nothing less
if not divine)
pulsing thorough the line is fine
young of spirit and sanguine
1-10 were neighbor kinds
11-20 like grapes upon an earthen vine...
but they all shied away from
0....because

0 led a life of crime
was going away
then dropped a dime
he ratted out his old friend 9
then skipped this town
due for the rhine

like a renaissance the way you
curl your lips is
raising the dead

this sainted air of emptiness in bed with
the distance touched off of unkept promises
of woolen clouds and a shroud of sundown kisses
christen the scorched skylights from bedrock to core

i
don'tbelieveyou

everybody
whispers in shoeshine voices
(through polished brass lips) when the ovarian light hits
her
glittering in designer degrees of loss
and  cherry *******
unfolding an inner eye while opening her wings
to the ages

WARNING: THIS IS EXCEEDINGLY EXPLICIT...

(when for a pinpoint (the exact moment) i am nurses sift home again EKG's

it all went wrong
CT scans on the timeline
i will repeat this then i am whole again
i will defeat this hole again)


when I first
there was had in my stockings caught it something about the small red, i did not believe it. them like cardboard, and ******* now i, caught saw it, my ****** high heels, i did not believe it. them kunts like cardboard as a child i loved

and the great swan **** with a straight razor, hot water, shaving cream

dragging these white are in four directions ******* my ***   hows my ***** sheets me with a ***** and licking she said
for another my thick dark ***** juice colors my arms have too many carry the face of  emptinesses  i  **** me *** tongue on shooting that i did not look

regarding my ***  me blow jobs  with **** *** in attention. cannot help what wet ***** happens in me pink ****** fingers will happen without  smiling attention. I  ripped dripping my bra off ******* off i do not think so. i do not think so. the moon's concern is with my ***** ******* hard. **** me **** me with the particles of destruction

i **** up.  am i my **** a pulse hard and swallowing

lick my ***** loved its perfections **** is my dead self    one that **** could is not flat only be perfect  such flatness cannot make a heaven  i am not ugly.  i am even beautiful.

maybe someday you'll see
what everybody else sees

still alive

the rural sighs
measured pleas and
thirsty eyes
urban arches
double crossed sevens
number 13 marches
i'll wait for you there
until time freezes itself
inside a snapshot
of its own
genesis

i
cut what no one can see
and rinsed the razor in the rain

your achilles heel
blood and skin
and  stainless steel
the moon  was self inflicted
the  stars was all afflicted

i left a lady waited

that the scriptures spoke of fated
when she left and
pulled back her hair
our's was null and vacated

the walls are lined with razor wire
electrified and guarded
the crosshairs never leave remains
and all memories are discarded

i have just come home from a long walk. the time is around 6pm
on an august sunday in new york city
i am listening to a record by cannonball adderley as the early evening sunshine streams
through my windows. i prefer vinyl to digital music. my apartment on 86th street is small but clean. there is fried chicken and fresh strawberries in the refrigerator but i am not hungry right now. i have 2 cats that are both 5 years old. they are well fed and happy. later tonight i will fall asleep in my big beautiful bed and dream of you and about how God works in such wondrous ways.

4 enclosed walls of liquid
in a fluid web i want you
the veiled ivy shadows
in a crowded headspace
the saint of dilated seas
met
the princess of abandoned oceans with daughter
on moonrise cheeks of spilt milk
in the lobby of the chelsea hotel

through 40 days and nights of rain they swore
on a bed of clotted blood and see through chinese silk

her black widow memories lit a flickering path
from attic jets
to basement trickles
20 years before
when the saint lost all trace
where did you go that day?
after our butterfly fields
(sarah vaughan and dinah washington and ella fitzgerald
gathered) a crowd
around you
all wondering where you came from
and where were you going
that day
when Jesus rolled back the stone
from a juvenile womb
the populace of a billion worlds
inside a temporary tomb
the shallow points
between childhood legs
don't add up to what God paid Satan
for your devilblack eyes


the princess' daughter
i
dripped from plasma
source such of
inner working lips
the DNA of the cosmos
in my mother's hips
unending lines that never touch
parallel dividers live lives like
my born father of the full eclipse
as i
make mine this pilgrimage
deep to the overlapping ages
undercurrents rest in tidal pools
the shallows smallest stages

i've think i'm going to take a break from breathing
i've been addicted to it since as long as i can remember
it's an expensive habit
and i can't afford it anymore.
i'm not interested in quitting forever, i just want to take a break for a minute.
maybe i'll put my life in storage for a few years
and pick it up when i feel like using it again.
maybe while my life is in storage i could
loan my body to science for a little while...
or maybe i could rent out certain body parts and bits of my psyche;
my **** to the cheated ones
my ***** to the meek ones
my skin to the ones who are not comfortable in their own
my sensibility to the damaged ones
my conscience for the rash ones...
maybe i could sell off the best days of my life so far
people could buy them and save them for rainy days
then relive them in their own bodies while they relax with a drink on the couch
or maybe
i could sell off my best memories (like the time i shook james brown's hand) $5 a throw for a ten second memento...
because in my life i've been: a son, a father, an athlete, a guitar player, an artist, a lover, a hater
a ******, an alcoholic, a collector, a buyer, a seller, an *******, an angel, a killer, a savior, a graduate, a drop out, a connoisseur, a genius, an idiot, a smoker, a non-smoker, a world traveler and a million
other things that make me different (identical) from (to) you. there's gotta be something lodged up there worth a couple bucks to somebody...
maybe i could patent the idea...or maybe i'll just keep them to myself until i feel like sharing them.....i don't know. maybe it's just a dumb idea...i can't make up my mind right now...

the source of the
world
is a boy chasing
a girl
and trying to convince
her
that he
is

and so it goes with you, my dear...
the only
difference being
i have
not
met
you
yet...
and
i
probably
never
will

in this city's jungle haze
the mortar shells bricked gallows' glaze
every pause for which a breath was shed
has returned now to this blankest page of night
the constant newborn night that wants your haloed angel dead
(above)
from the feline night returning
the baritone blues
stalk halo's yearning
every lissome hustler
knows the answer
cuz he's got it in his blood...
blowing silk cut smoke
before God's greatest flood
(below)
now sapped in amber's
wedded stasis
a knife edge wrought
keen for the basis
of a clean cut amputation
of ***** lustrous hesitation
(equals) (static)
in gutted hovels by the hour
archangels sing of
God's illuminations
and sweetest disavowal

out of the past
comes this migration
on mainline wings
of separation

as they call to you
later in the evening
while you're sleeping
gently hidden
secluded in the shadows
of forbidden fear

when it comes your
time to answer
for this self inflicted cancer
say my name
so only
you
can
hear

raise a finger to your mouth
and part the redlipsea

cast a glance in my direction

i will never mention it again
as long as we both shall
live

those flammable words scrape
across your lips
the friction causes a spark
in your gasoline mouth
on your kerosene tongue


(still life with 3 simple words)

i'll
take
you
any
way
i
can
get
you

xxxooo

of a ritual so
humanistic
based on theories
unrealistic
the cause and effect
should not retain
it's simple logic...

...yet the formula
remains the same:
xxxooo





(starlight in a can
windmill blades
carved by hand)

this is you I’m looking at
the cracks in the drywall
and the dried blood prime
the bodies fall in ¾ time
to an undead waltz
with a lively rhyme
(this is what the world looks like
at the end of time)


this is you i'm looking at
"further is
the day to thee
furthest thing
away from me
long goodbyes
from archer's bough
forever gone the
here and now"

burnt bitter blacks
narrow their eyes
in your veins contains my lifetime

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a glass bottom boat
in central park
the snowflakes all
have your smile
(their mother
of the ice)
stirred her drink
with a finger
and fell asleep
in the sun

we were talking about you
the other day
the girl with the salt flat eyes
like an unrisen day

iodized green iris
and american thighs
tacitly unspoken
your solemn demise

closing night
on the wings of a dove
the dark makes it easy
to **** what you love

i must
have
mistaken
you
for
somebody
else

1.
this is our corner of the world
polished brass and sweet briar
a hilltop of skinned matchsticks,
the cathedral's daylight spire

faded concrete slabs surround

an acre of white daisies found
pulled from guilty mirrored glass
clouded on the other side
of summer dawn's disease now past

across a pool of melted sleep
weaved with banded dreams of each
stands a pristine marble arch
the naked freeze will never breach

where converges a lilac destruction
sisters bent on double knees
knows no limits does seduction
helium kisses in the breeze
twin hearts of mercury
sudden in an iron pond
flammable streams of deconstruction
love looks down at broken bond

as the depths groan
comes a wonder
from an earthly being
torn asunder

"love it lingers so sugar sweet
the thinnest line between
finished and complete
the layers of gone that stand before us
this last time we are to meet"

2.
distant lies the ungraced angel
on the grass with broken wing
looking over halo's field
from the pit of early spring

we all knew her name

cinderella traded her virginity
for a moment with
the holy trinity

she had her moment
of doubt and pain
nailed to a velvet cross
internally bleeding for *******

(for which she had no affinity)

the ballad of a life
no one wanted to live
another name for destitution
(a lonelier prostitution)
subtly leaking like a sieve

5 fingers of love
were once wrapped around her neck
when she lay with dragons teeth
inside darkland tunnels
under sanctuary sheath
"i want to bury
my time
with you
on heaven's underneath
and empty my memories
on sunday morning's least...
for the way you are
and the way you'll always be"

3.
I knew a girl
with prisms
for eyes
scars
made by incision
(with holy precision)
(sunlight)
refracted into
the color of God

her names were myriad
blue and red and yellow
they cut like a knife and good
through a gestation period
of adolescence to
adulthood

one day disappearing
the whispers in the street were nearing
once with daylight straight aligned
now to the dark she was inclined

whose surgical decisions
have undone this condition
and brought down a stigma
of Christ-like submission?
what structure of mercy
could assault such a vision?

(she couldn’t speak
without bleeding-
an unrelated predisposition)

“while it strikes me as a vagary
of faith and needless repetition
I will indeed repeat myself
for this latest edition

lest a mistake be made
with those who measure enlightening
let it be known that:
I am the girl who magnifies God-she
who splits country lightning. I am the girl
apart from sight,
absent of fear and alone in the dark...
I am the girl beyond the speed of light!!

if I am to be undone
for these reflections of divinity
then let it be this cry
to echo out through infinity

I am not yellow
I am not blue
I am not green
I am not red

I am in between colors
of hues forever unsaid"

4.
no one knows who it was built for
this palace of injection
nameless and ageless
this abscess of infection

the dark horse king
is off his throne
and in his crowned confusion
gave away the
nightly blood
for his type's transfusion

no one dared
disturb his
seclusion
when his mind
decayed
into illusion
white blood cells
and brown powder
forever joined in a fusion

5.
"maybe i am /maybe i am not
but
i want
to be
the last line
in your
story tonight..
and the first thing
you see
when you
wake up.
lie down
next to me
now
and sleep"

i caught the plague

every second hazy
every minute vague

so well balanced this tribulation
that it affects every nation
worthless is the medication
unless taken with fortification

drunken reeling
useless feeling
pitiless luck...ummm...
fruitless duck?
ahhhh ****....

no wait, wait... i got it now
adenoidal cow?
hormonal sow?
the far back reaches
of the here and now...
the stern of the boat
but now the bow..
free blow jobs for
Chairman Mao
i'm trying to finish
this ****..
but how?

rhyming is fun
until its not
sorry for this ****** poem
but no one will read
it anyway...
sincerely, Marge Schott

Mariano Rivera is as close
to God as we will ever see
Christ-like on the mound

kiss me like the plague
hands of the sea
fingers an armada

kiss me with your barb wire lips
your lipstick's like a curse
crooked teeth and gapped
your smile like a hearse

kiss me with pink scars on your drop dead skin
(lead me to your slaughter)
thighs spun into spider silk
(I’ll be your sacrificial lamb)
1 pint water
3 drops mother’s milk

simulated fires burn simulated wood
simulated lovers **** on a simulated screen
artificial hearts do their simulated best
pumping blood for a simulated good

(other states of living)

under nyc rainclouds fermenting for
centuries in the ether machine
gazing across the width of an August interlude
to a clearing amongst the ashes
in the furnaces of destiny
when the dust of time settles
onto our outstretched hands
I will walk past the way of
all weariness and into your splintered eyes
until the path becomes clear
and i am reborn
a motherless child
of stellar regions

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i am a child
she is my baptism
to see her face
is to split a prism
and see the
colors kept alone in heaven
forgotten suns
across her eyes
swallowed whole
by ecstasy lips
glide the shadows
purest ******* eclipse
golden fall utopian braids
silken upon supple blades
ending at the small of back
framed by dimples inside
summered ivory tract
******* circled in rose pink sphere
pillars of grace beholden dear

when you're asleep
i place my hand
over your heart
and
feel the angelic
undertones vibrate

she looks like Aphrodite's daughter
***** like God
cherry red *******
and her *****
tastes like
holy
water

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painted royal blue (blood cells) from a seaside without a from our
sea the air thinner (our last year among) next to a forest with no life now
trees beyond the inner (our last night) stood a moment once erased laid to waste
                                                                          
                                                                    

the queen of the earth
is ******* on my rebirth
ohwhargirthhasmyrebirth!
the queen of earth is without mirth
she regrets
there is a dearth
but still she *****
forallshesworth
avirginbirthihaveunearthed!                                   (limited space) clifford brown in nega
                                                                                         tive space an impossible place (max roach)
                                                                                          all in a day’s pace kenny dorham first base
                                                                                             forever to replace
                                                                                                       the worst case

you move like a ghost
ruination in three dimension
crossing the border at
the usual rate of ascension

triple layers of fever beside
the inner core of a flame
untouched by human hands
‘til the day
i write your name

nights of permanent damage
and days without recall
rejoice the end of another
golden age and
our youth in free fall

(radiate these 5 fingers)
lie down next to me
we’ll watch the death migration
lie down next to me
we’ll bring this world to its cessation

(4 essential reasons for being)
sundown’s renewal layers celestial seasons of all seeing
silent forms of life bridge a gap beyond all being
reason stands for reasoning and will lapse before the fall
heated ions complete a circuit of a parallel winter’s (withered) wall
bare spots where the paint has chipped
threadbare skin wherein pigment’s clipped
radiation points of coma without separation
condensation bullets without just compensation
a fair and honest appraisal of an afternoon without
whispering from concrete acres of god’s love devout
distant from such as sky and sky alone as such
every night as much as last and last alone as much
falling faster than any sound has sound enough for calling
fallen angels never know exactly how far they’ve fallen

you move like a ghost upon the surface
of the waters.                            
salt flat eyes, iris speed trials                              
toward an excess winter light
, watered down and
(your april eyes) dilation. once
barren of collapse. now without a word no one
has heard,
i will
lay you
down naked
in the sheltering blades of sunday grass
stripped from the wreckage of ageless yesterdays,
spiraling towards the blue pacific
another green world
.
your eyes
a ribbon of sky.
a ring of venus (saturn) splitting itself
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