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)

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

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

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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

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

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

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

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

i'll
take
you
any
way
i
can
get
you

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

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

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

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 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

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

--//--

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

--//--

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
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

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)

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

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

to a life well lived
rest in peace...

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

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

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

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

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

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…

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

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"

.




































wherehaveubeen
allmylife?

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?

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

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)

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(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'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...

maybe someday you'll see
what everybody else sees

.
















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

everybody
is
somebody's
*****

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

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
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                                                                                         tive space an impossible place (max roach)
                                                                                          all in a day’s pace kenny dorham first base
                                                                                             forever to replace
                                                                                                       the worst case

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

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

i
don'tbelieveyou

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...






...

...

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

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