Bang! The elastic of reality snaps
As all is true and nothing false.
Evidence scattered about your eyes
Like confetti – a novelty
To the assembled
Mob. My sympathy to apathetic man
Who calls it faith and nothing more.
Existence struggles forward to fight
An engagement – just flapping
At thin atmosphere
By thick heads.

The well-worn wind shifting the silver snow
And scent of a rose on the air.
They fill the tracks of bear and men
Wend their way to its blooms.
Floribunda stretches yellowed petals
And takes the bow as they approach
That delicate flower of desire.

Charging toward rocks of flesh
And sinew, the sweaty Celt
Grasps at the tattooed native.
Fallen, they writhe in the throws
Of an exquisite battle
To gain not yards, but inches -
The measure of one’s manhood.

Never forget the pain of September -
The dying of summer. The Autumn fall.
Foreseeing the harshness of winter days.
Yet, rising from the beds of memories,
Forever unforgotten, twin towers
Of love in the north and hope in the south.
Remembrance survives a terrored world
As love survives death and hope outlives fear.

Never forget the pain of September
And never those we have lost.

In the name of Kallisti,
Fate offered me a choice of bride:
Marry ambition,
Marry knowledge
Or marry love.

I discovered your naïve neck
With my Trojan mouth and stole you
With half-meant kisses
Our bodies warred
And sweat was spilled.

How passion makes bullies of men -
Cowards trapped by their emotions -
Ripping compassion
From hearts and *****,
Feeding false hope.

I long for the fist in the face
And the chain on your waist
Midst the rolling sea of black.
The speakers roar as your face -
Pale, pallid in the darkness -
Snaps sharply from me. Sweat
Sprays my senses as I bite your neck,
Vampirically suckling on your passion.

A jarring jolt in the base of my back
Brings me back from undead slumber.
Yet I still remember that reflection
Although I know it was never there.

Her hand reached out to clasp
The young branch, running along
Its woody stem. Thicker, wider,
Ever-growing shoots
Sustaining seed.
Rebirth.

She cupped the firm-soft fruit -
It quivered – tugging harder
For sustenance. Breathless. Panting
For her reward
Of sweet-fresh fruit.
Ecstasy.