i.

There’s a way with words
   us  ancient boys

Cannot comprehend.

All of us, so transfixed
by spires black
in white skies

That the night seems
almost

sublime.

The way
we held them by the throat
in the hours

Dionysus had us by the neck.

Strung us up by cigarette smoke

Lets not go to bed yet –

    Dawn and her ****** chariots

Needs to know we
succeeded.

Wash out the spots from our foreheads,
boys,
let not the God’s
see
we
won
the battles
they could not.


ii.

I wake up
one morning
on a beach,
naked in the sunlight.


If this was paradise lost,
I’d have the nerve
to call myself an angel.

The ****** thrill of it;

[Burn me, beautiful, blazing sunlight,
give a kiss to your old,
Jail bird
lover.]


iii.

How many times did
we fall down that ******* rabbit hole?

I’ve ripped out my gold teeth one by
one
and ****** the apple with my tongue.

I’ve torn holes in the ceiling of heaven

And still

Your arms have stained me.

I shiver at the thought of it;

Cracked nights,

Erecting temples in honour
of
Eros.

When the thunder beats,
I cry because I know
Priapus is here
to slay me.


iv.


there’s a white sheet
over my balcony, now.

I milked the columns
till my bones ached

And my body
was bruised with dirt.

I’ve beat myself
till the milk ran
dry
and still,
  that God demands
I scream.

v.

      [later]
The ocean can see me weeping, darling
but the forest,
the forest
can still still hear me
moan.