...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

still alive

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

us                                                               ­                                                                 ­                                 them

















































.

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

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 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

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

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

vapor
hisses
like
an unkept secret

swept out to sea on
the back edges of
forgotten
rain

somenightsilightacandle4u
and watch it burn

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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

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

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

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.

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

(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

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)

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

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

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

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

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?

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

adeathsentencefortheblameless

i must
have
mistaken
you
for
somebody
else

(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

***** 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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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 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