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

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

***** 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                                                         ­      (ice water hymns   collided gaze rescinded unto twitching haze)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

there's a firefly in my bedroom
it flew in through the window
with its glowing tail abloom

20 stories up
from the backyard down below
200 feet of modern distance
with its lightning tail aglow

(that it's here at all)
flashing in the humid heat
(that it's here at all)
is a miraculous conceit
(that it's here at all)
a spark that still persists
betwixt his wings
the holy god exists

(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

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

...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

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

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

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

iwanttofuckmedusa
intheassuntilshelooks
meintheeye
andseesherself­

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

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

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

us                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                 them

















































.

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

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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

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

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

to a life well lived
rest in peace...

I
II
III
IIII
IIIII
IIIIII
IIIIIII
IIIIIIII
IIIIIIIII
IIIIIIIIII
­
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

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)

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

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

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

(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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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
In 2…

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

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

adeathsentencefortheblameless

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

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

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

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

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

vapor
hisses
like
an unkept secret

swept out to sea on
the back edges of
forgotten
rain

everybody
is
somebody's
*****

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

.
















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























.

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

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

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?

.




































wherehaveubeen
allmylife?

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