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.

--//--

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

--//--

maybe someday you'll see
what everybody else sees

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

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

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

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)

somenightsilightacandle4u
and watch it burn

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

(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

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

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"

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

..

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

i must
have
mistaken
you
for
somebody
else

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.

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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

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...

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

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.

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

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

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

theres
not
a
that
could
would
or make
you
past
tense



scratch
the
surface
and
you
still
draw
blood

­

parallel words vertical lies
sugar cane thighs flood plain skies
reprieve magnified

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

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

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

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

...

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

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)

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

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

.
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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

i'll
take
you
any
way
i
can
get
you

tracing circles within circles
on a blue eyed afternoon
concentric breaths inhaled
on a current laced with bloom

into August morning tides
where the pull is slack
inside memories’ fading weight
receding half past black

how thoughts flicker in a circular motion!
how breezes cut the vernal flow
hyacinths whistle their devotion
of God’s reflected glow

perfect circles of a hometown summer
born of heat and light and haze
perfect circles in the ether
spherical stay the solstice days

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...






...

once if I was gun metal black
and you were rose petal white
I would walk you threw this borrowed age
And over the dunes of stolen time
Until they had an answer for you

When your smile is
pale
and listing to port
thoughts recede
To prayers that have already
Been answered

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

2 eggs over easy
hash browns white toast orange juice and country ham
pop the yolks
and let them run

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

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