a son of adam
disguised as satan
was the wise man
who once advised me
when i asked him
i'm frightened, see,
i see demons nightly
i'm so scared
of the monsters when
they come to haunt me.
aren't you relating to
what you hear from me?
is there a god above us, absinthe?
yes
is he who made the sun, and
does he protect believers?
yes
so when the daytime leaves us
does he abandon children
because his sun is sleeping?
no

but what about us daughters,
Father
because the sun seems partial
to the Sons of Adam

Gaelic moon
mirror image
reflected
in
the
eyes of the raven

It starts
deep within
just flames
licking fire
tripping up
my spine
in crackling desire
spreads through my pores
in heated, close beats
releases its high
from my brain
                to my feet
The slow burn
in my solar plexus
spreads in hot surges
waves of wildfire
pulsing in white-hot urges
right down
to where
it really takes off
rushing through my
my cells
never pausing to stop
One can go mad
from that torrid,
thick heat
            every day
so I will trill
into my music
rocking my chair
as I play
feeling the vibes
within the rush and the beats
from the top of my head
to where these velvet
                 thighs meet
like the blazing
mirage of a summer
heat wave
releasing
                  the flow
of all that I crave
close-channeled
energy siphoned
into other spheres
so much like heaven
it squeezes out
                       tears
late desert
         summer nights
naked under
plush covers
my tunes and my pen
are my only lovers
it burns for a while
slides into
ecstatic bloom
and then catapults
back up
in a frantic
heart boom
this is my world
when I am
in charge of my own
            rhythm and tunes
playing them out
like mysterious flumes
this is how my passion
                                  unfolds
when I choose music for a set
I start off contemplative
       and end up wet
So I will take this ink
let it spill upon the page
wield the sword of my
                          slick waters
free my soul
from her cage
like a silky animal
running to cool, shaded brush
I will save up this
passion
so endlessly
              lush

In visions at night
Did I see that strange place
Of towering monoliths
And dull layered stone

I had always heard rumor
That the dark side of the moon
Was not wholly empty
And my dreams confirmed this notion

The more of such dreams I had
The more I dreaded the night
To the point where I could hardly sleep
Yet still the visions came

My waking eyes were plauged
By these intrusive revelations
Foreign geometry and entirely alien things
Came in and out of my view

Just as I had thought myself
To have finally gone insane
The visions and dreams stopped
And my mind was cleared

Mustering up some courage
I peered out my bedroom window
Past the fruit orchards
To the full hollow moon

As I looked to it
No images sprang into my mind
No dark towers or vile cities
Only a far off whisper

That filled me with more terror
Than all my visions put together

Give him his space
He doesn't like the attention
Even though that's how he pays his rent

He built an arena
Only lovers can fight.

I thought my armor was strong enough.

He lit that sword on fire and threw it to someone beneath him
As his eyes dilated from pleasure, watching me tear apart flesh in his honor.
In his name sake.

I arose.
******. Exhausted.
He clapped.
That's all.

I threw off the prize and laughed.
He is not my king anymore now.

Its nice to say
To write and be read
To speak and be heard
Its nice-so nice
The clouds are nice
Shapeless changing shades of wispy warping away
And you can see in them
A face
An animal
Something that can't be held
So many clouds
To cover out the sun
The sun is dying
Spending all internal energy
To shine any sort of light into your life
Its nice-that no one notices
Because lightbulbs have a switch
And the sun is going to set
Many times
And it takes me with it
Its nice-so nice
That while the sun dies to bring you light
You'd rather stare into the clouds

Continually blessed is her name
Creation, bright lights, and planted seeds
Illumination
Her fingers are some kind of sun

The Redeemer slays
Pray for those to be saved
No man shall be redeemed
In fevers heated dream

Forever burning in a heart
Fire, tindle, ash and cinder
Luminaries
Her sleep never leads me to dream

The redeemer slays
Away and any way my blood
Its a name because of her
Because of her it falls

God being dead
And a ninety-nine cent hamburger
We only want our wisdom in chicken
Nuggets of truth
What we value is on a menu
We never stop
We drive thru
The burger king
The dairy queen
The price we pay
God being dead
From a heart attack
Caused by high cholesterol

I hold you in my imagination
I know
The only things
That ever became real
Were once merely dreams
There is no reality unless we make it be
And I'm making
I am the better part of creation
And even while I sleep
I still am working
My slumber unencumbered by my rest
I hold you in my imagination
You hold my heart
We'll hold each other
There is nothing left to believe in
Except for this