She stood me upon the bridge while below me
the shine of dark water on rocks was like oil was like
shadows of insects in ink was like what? was like
shine of her love it was crawling like words she said
I love you
I couldn't
couldn't
I couldn't look.

Oh no don't be afraid baby love's like a
Moment in space it's like flying like falling it's
Like nothing, then tis over and over forever and she reached
Held my chin took my eyes made me look
Darling no! God it's nothing
No bottom no river no. ever. no. never.
no.
bridge

There is something she has to give
She knows I have to take
Something from those lips
The way they tremble
beneath the whip
the way she's noble
sacrificing, insisting
throwing it at me, gifting
and I can't, I don't
I can't
get my hands
my heart
my soul
around it
enough
to get
enough
so I rage
Blind fury
tiger in a cage
Maniac hurry flurry whip engage
shouting pounding ******* slave
yield to me yield to me yield to be saved
It's only mine when I throw it away
God help me I am so ******* yours

I never wrote until I knew
how still things were without my voice.


How many things weren’t being said.
How many things weren’t being seen.


I was silence in an unfilled space,
that light without which darkness sees.


I never missed you till I didn’t look,
and there you weren’t
setting silence free.

Down here where the hot dark blows,
On knees in streaming avenues
Bend to me and yielding know
The pleasure of this having you.

Give up your fear, rise up and stand
And turn your face in shadowed shame.
When love has gone far as love can,
Leave me there. Sell me your name.

Rise up sweet naked press to me
On knees 'neath the hammers surrender doubt.
The twisting surge of destiny
Has pushed you here. Has found you out.

I was blue ice above the moon
Great bolts of wind I was one time
Diamonds, Tempests, Whole crowns of trees
Torn tumbling through chutes of roaring skies
There were ribbons of heaven unrolling
Day after vexing day
Evening after claw-toed evening
It was fate who brought me here
Fate who flung me down and left me
Singing
Who will have me now?
Oh, who will have me now?

Thanks to the god that left her
The beast within
Bound here to the altar standing
Peace within
The Card is Tranquility, Balance and Stillness
Legs spread like pillars of Heaven, exquisite
Arms raised like holders of torches extended
She is calm now, has the moon light upon her
Let us begin

I call her Selene. I call her Luna
Lips touch her chin
I see her haloed in symmetry perfect
Lash touch her skin
I see her robes whipping quickly all from her
I sense her skin calling hungry for knowledge
I feel her pull now with famished excitement
Give to the lash what the lash wants to take I am
Eater of sin

Holy is the energy, Holy the night
The sphere of perfection, the urge to bite
Pierce it with thumbs, pierce and produce
From the fruit of the pomegranate, pomegranate juice

Here in the hell we have set her
Secrets unsealed
Rage of our bodies have met her
She is revealed
Mouth now to mouth is an unending chasm
Fire in the blood and the milk and the plasm
Sensations meted in rictus and in spasm
The heart of the beast is the heart of ******
What was within
Released again
I am eater of sin
Eater of sin.

I sat down once,
Got up two thousand times
Sent little parts of me
like peelings into perfect skies.

I want to turn this sorry heart
Into thumb tacks. Push pins with which I’ll affix
Each sky in a book: vast, picturesque
And bring it to you, an emotional chart.

And we’ll review it with failing eyes
With ancient fingers and mouths in Oh’s
This catalog of a lifetime’s art
Remembering again what each perfect sky knows.

Snow falls quiet on the empty street
Beneath gray skies with no hint of sun.
Valentine’s Day
And one crow alone on a telephone wire.

An artificial day and of no importance,
Commercialized, trivialized and often ignored.
No doubt that’s why the box is empty.
The crow caws once and flies away.

And yet remember that through the skein of wires above your head
Calls go back and forth looking for friendly ears.
Notes are written, torn up and begun again.
Words clot in pens. Eyes search the snowy streets,
looking for you. Always
Looking for you.