the drill holes outlined in the survey plan for
photo points 23 and 46 could not be located.
the roots from garnet palace, promised to a
great moon-axis deity, chiseled from an
artery of zeus could not be located.

we have received contact from the physical
plane, and are now awaiting direction. we don't
yet know how to manifest our vibrations into matter.

if by any chance a moth should feel
the waves of this distress
call, we urge her to embrace
her fur immediately; to lie without worry
or obstacle in the slow delicious darkness.

lapping lips of waves kissing the
shore lavishly. heavy tide spirals pulling the
body magnetically

into subaquatic realms
into deep subconscious caverns.

the wrath of the ocean a siren's storm
and yet a gentle calming blanket.

the polarity we need for nourishment
the emotion we need for healing.

in a thicket of white
robes, grape jelly &electrodes;
i hid carefully an a
typical circular sanity anti
psychotic. it tasted industrial
in that space between my gums,
it bled a fertile crescent out
of the sock in which i left it.

underneath her floral
robe, wild black hair &pointe;; nose
she hid playfully a plot
of bones laced up & showed me
the secret at sunrise. it looked
so familiar in the gently rising
fire, it turned a prison into
a hemlock forest, it gave a
new meaning to the empty term "wing".

in my life there have been many
mothers, but this one had a smile of
pure patchouli & this one shook
my cot until i was awake.

in her life there had been many
storms, and the day she surrendered her
lips to the water a fisherman hooked
her & untangled her bones.

they say i'm supposed to smell old
memories, but a decade later i
most clearly hear her singing.

they say light is a particle &
sometimes it is a wave, &when; it
is which depends on where your boat
is floating. &tha;; time i was a
fish with a hook through my eye
i kept swimming downward to salvage my life.

i was afraid of brightness drilling holes
in the surface, afraid of the dark spots
under the corals, and the whole time i
struggled to breathe in the water, she
patiently reeled me into the moonlight.

imagine my amazement when i saw my own two feet.

give me back my blood and
i will give you yours.
i am crying into tomatoes
i am scrying with wheat flour
and there isn't enough black
pepper in the deccan plateau
to satiate my flaming roots.

i have just received a message from
the yavana tribe of iron india, and
they sent it through a slow red
river warm and creamy. do you care
to know what they said? of
course don't, you never have, and of

course i will insist to tell you. "he sinks you,
he covers you, he stifles the breath
of your core." they are ionians and
thus they understand the pain and peril
of drowning.

tight strands of betrayal
come out in licks, light of
cloudy afternoon, hiding behind
a thirsty sprinkler, bathing
my face in smooth anathema.

reiki rain will always run
off into the rainbow soul
gutters where i bathe.

inhale deeply.

in the tropical blanket
when the forest whispered
the first letter of your soul
you held a soft stone
to the empty ***** of earth
and chiseled pieces off
its skin to the beat of
the cracking rain pulse.

in the thick of moon milk
when my hips shouted
the number of your pack,
we burned the guts
of a fattened pine
and watched its tears and blackness
escape with howling fury
into the crystal shards of wind.

somewhere in the plasma
where you had scratched eyes out of
trembling waves
where you hid the drops of saturn
that otherwise would have collected
on the surface of your dreams,
an eagle laid her eggs
and dusted them with starlight.

what do you hide in
those claws, other than ice
water? it falls like a gong
until it crashes into me, and then
the warmth hugs it, and then
the molecules move so fast they need
milk of the poppy to release any
energy at all. when you told

me your rapids join an underground
river, and that i am the nile
hugging delta silt, i felt like a
sunrise, like a capillary, like a
sphere of light dissolving the boundaries
of our bodies. i want to follow

you like the nymphs of Hekate,
i want to breathe your torch because all
my faith is inside it. i want to gently
pull your son out of my horned womb,
under an old pinus halapensis
on the foothills of mouth olympus.

i want to fiercely hold you
like waves of the aegean
under a full aries moon, sky
clad with our soles half in water, half
in ancient rock fragments, the ivy

a filigree binding our wrists,
our soul merging into infinity and
then surging forever, like the
endless forest fires on the arid
and rocky venusian shores.