Red
Trunk-cated
Lungs and hums
Some looks she casts
Last me
The clapboard houses
Heave with Tuesday
Con vol UTED
We Bruise
Whisky and sherry
This planet, our cemetery
Carries our
Words

The oracles bead similarly music
Breathes
Noses twist in the mistral
Strokes of blue vein and red pistil
It whistles, the shimmer inside
Flesh repeating Spring rides

Skin is when I resist the shift in
Gravity irking foundations of scenery
Like this moment at the bar, a whisky
Lip leaving my words with intensity

My brain is the wright of planetary
Rock suspended in Time as the
Sulfur stuffs the stars with me
All of matter a psalm of Memory

There’s never enough time left for me
Swinging from the rafters of the universe
A proper God adjusts his creatures
And man recollects in annotated verse

My cabbaged heart
The layers dried and peeled
Like a fleshy carnation
But brewed like camomile

I sleep beneath the vespers
I wretch until my fingers break
From my ribcage seize a bone
Take thy bread, forgive the taste

Words are rivulets
Dreadnought pamphlets
Of arrhythmic planetary spin
Let the Ayes follow you in

Bold intones, D minor
Sharp pressed cleft dictate
A child itches with the simmer
Of starlight concentrate
(The powder of the meteor
Twitching his nose)

Imagine gravity sewing the words you speak
The syllables stitching shank trade and incubation
Oh, the birth of a nation
Is best recollected in poetry
(God’s words are too powerful for my ears
But His verse is sung by man and I fear)

Lungs the rungs
Aesthelete,
Every ant antennae
To the same trade winds
Blackness, twilight, outer space
Cordially, the same face
We must address as Mister
Court or we may disgrace
This rattle box of hymns
In the child’s hand, GRINS
Sepulcher (ˈsepəlkər/) : an anodized note
Lungs hum the begins and ends

Let the wind catch the lungs
let the moonlight glisten
air sacs with silvery resin
fallen from the spoken words of god
huddling stars against oblivion
let the daring angels contemplate
demon dares in **** and rake
over the gliding embers of whiskey-soaked sunsets I regret.  
Let my body by hers be my only poetry daring ,
daring my soul to breathe outside this tomb of childhood dragging marks across school linoleum
and university stares I dared to slip between everyone's
words after I heard that this world is loosened from reality.  
That the only gravity are the legends we repeat.

Where all languages cohese
                          heaven is their belief
The universe fills with lost souls we breathe
We hope for the broad brush strokes of angels
Baroque candy corn music and eternity

Street lights percolate
To the top of infinity
It is the spirit of man
To never Know, just see

She hopes for angels
And maps the pathos of disease
Cygnus x-1 ignites its plasma
In the key of God leaving

It is a play, this Man
Its words loosened from earth
Soot and gravity rendering arms
Imagination and the Bible verse

She took what was the motion of a butterfly
And from it made Believing
Under Sunday tides of breathing
She damns this Life for its Being

The demons’ decibel blocks situate at every opening to sunlight,
Every sliver of a mirror to the outer reaches
Of my fear of falling into the blue of sky
Past air, past God.  Into the …

Laze are the demons for gravity comes with ease
Stumbling until their blocks stifle every eve.

My grandmother does not want us to succeed.  
She was but good at breeding
For we are here and we seethe

Every Bible verse rhymes with Sanctuary
The hum drum of music mimics the heartbeat
In case we forget, or we grieve Memory

She rises in a body I can’t forget, I crave; I tease.

A hotel room overlooking a Louisianan Oil Refinery
A city of stacks burning hydrocracked gasoline
The lights reflecting the constellations above; eternity
She cradles my delusions in this nursery

Impetus of the day:
What is weighted below the SAY
And the STEPs filling BREATH  
UNIVERSITY days and my death      
Then ear hairs they did sew
This nubile corpse for sleep
Shrove Tuesday and a hangover
My cadaver has a secretary

Fire in the lungs of the universe
Is the gasp grasping the next
Breath and the math of existence
God, an empirical fraction of ***

The stranger is a fractal
A geometric figure of fate
Progressivelyrandom;chaotic phenomena
I only want to forget my name

Jawbones shivved from the universe
Iroquois gypsum, the mother art
Puppy kisses my crusted hand
Devotion is the soul spread apart

Am I a monkey reciting emotion
Are the eyes our only trade
Dark, delving; mystery
We are all actor fillet

The train bearing childhood
The weight bowing the tracks
Riddles spinning from the windows
Trees and trusses speeding past

Grandfathers and television
Clock radios and Christmas Day
The godsend of dawn in footed pajamas
Prayers are wishes and so I say

From the red clay . From dusted afternoons
From silly giggling holding hands
The universe moves into

The sunshine, the star's mind
An aged memory
Recollections faint with rust
My fingertips just to reach

From moments warm with flesh
From breath I give for free
Night alights her as a crown
Amen ***, my God is thee

Sunlight
Righting my horizon
The intellect of fashion gasping with Reaction
Outside a door I’ll never open
3,555 day incubation
Cement the locks
A stocked wine cellar in my imagination
Is burrowed into the earth, pardon the roots
(we believe animals have rights, too)
The mole, the rat and Chateau Malrome Cuvee
I fall into my mind until I cannot breathe
                                                                       (teehee)

The ravaged ribcage,
That ghoul beneath the peeling stage,
Gravity-bent bone, harpsichord racks
We stack with swollen amber sacs
Of vibrato beats seething with the heat of friction
From my race through an historical fiction
(Of  forged tax collector receipts
And hospital records of symptoms and disease)
I crave release,
I stand on the rim of sleep
and dare myself to leap.  
                       To slip beneath the dream.

Squiggle your descent into the sand
     With a stick
           Trace the enumerated crystals sentence thick
              Rare is no man; granules under toes
                The tide rushes in and away we go

Leaflets containing turnip seed set atop the frost
For a universe fragmented into continents
Name them, grant their history
Divine the spine from the Christ, the bent

The birds take in the glassiline water
Running from the cracks in Time
(that scab swelling with doctors, dementia)
The scurrilous cloud cover sprinkling brine

Whetted breaths stung with an unclaimed heart
And my hands moisten with moss
Spring balances my chest within its rhyme
The shroud and the deconstructed cross

The ferreted blade
The nave, unafraid
Of insanity, of screaming
She wields her sword
This Universe, our bruised Lord
Wrought with the battle of gravity
Blue robes woven of eternity

A single gold band atop her Crown
I peel the skin back from my hands
Place the pieces upon the ground

Her gaze unsettles God
A truth to refute the Infinite Lie
My body will mend what I have stripped
(Love being the chemistry of reprise)

Remark is to tune words from the dark.
The infinity of infinity is the prism of Beauty
Dividing creation into October and March
It is colored with quasars so the poets see

What is the chief end of man?
A Cobbled heart nailed to celestial countermand?
?Children as poppy seeds plucked from the wind?
(Their colors are true and highlight the sin)
University dissected my soul from the trees
Virginity broke the Gods, hemp and rosemary beads
Gravity grappled and wrested, as a sworn enemy
So I escaped, a leap carnival
                      Sewed the rhyme of insanity

The long whine of the universe degrading the mind
I give to words that thud and grip, the rinds
Of the conversations my brother and sister blister
Bottles of Percocet and ***** … and Persian limes

A limber, reticent arithmetician,
Our mother divided us by Time, the magician
Our mother and the lessons too deep to swim
All our lives forgiving sunlight for getting in

The Devi's Thumb... Bacchus, Heaven
A Mass for the repose of the souls of the dead
Desire, emotion and knowledge
Pacing the tongue over what’s said

The Mayans wave from earth.
Jim Morrison sleeps, his face the girth
Of creation, unfurled
And turned to dawn
The heart concedes the infinity beyond

Memory is a Kaleidoscopic note,
The rope strung through childhood I yoke,
Pull until sunlight bleeds
Across a fuzzy menagerie:
Fists of curls tossed into a world of red clay,
Barcaloungers dusted with cigarette trays
Scowling autumn beasts relieved of teeth.  
(The sky runs long with outstretched arms when you are three)
Or four or more and falling for the promise of alcohol,
Girls with pink breath, and the enthrall
Of a cantilevered highway along cattails and thrush
Memory girds my mind along God’s hushed
Mind

God’s entrails
Rib cage
Fear of becoming my father
Ignites the rage
Chaste brunettes, silly dolls
Prance for a living
Their dances enthrall
Chirps of the world
The righteous in song
Celebrate the nothing
They never get wrong
A soundtrack of thunder
Going off the rails
The world hungers
Beneath God’s entrails

Human will is a death mask distended and descending torso from wings to feet clawing mournful meat

The hand of God holds Ritual
Divinity, the face formed from infinity running over gravity
Streetlights frame the kingdom beneath

When the molecules have warmed over
As invading soldiers toting sunlight on their shoulders
Will it all be for a breath?  
We are forever gravity falling faster than our death.  

We draw in the sand our *** language,
Our concerns the condensation on a boiler;
Alone in a universe rumbling with stars
Let the Time do clunk and spoil her

Human beings
That mantle of stardust pottery
To shatter, to polish is History
Do not fear what the darkness shows me

I drink until I depart moments that matter
Toss into Sleep a night strung with chatter
My feet have never touched the ground
I wish to leave this body without a sound

A paleo-socialistic dig; a regression of vetted meat
Slapped over the shoulders of eternity
Set in a rowboat on a re-digested sea
The butcher, the slayer and the speechmaker…
…the birth of humanity

A terse, muscle livery sack
Dear Christ, Life is just played back
Numbers cantilevering sunlight into three
Time, the Songs of Solomon, and HeartBeat

And where all hands fall to earth we piece
The iridescent architecture of the Holy Trinity
And the poet as Argonaut flung into infinity
To seethe, seize; seas, trees. To please.

Remember to breathe.

Two waves of the sea
Formed from infinity
That's you and me
Our faces twitching with fear
Eyes as ornaments
That is what stars wish to be
And we could forever sing
But for gut and infection
That is Gravity

I am the ricin of my parents' beliefs
I am the manor house that they reap
I am the imagination they no longer seek
I am the rhythm they could never keep

Don't give me things to think
Give me things to see
Leave the unraveling of the mind
Up to my demons and me

Remember that the ghosts of black-and-white photos could breathe
Their blood sung waterfalls in an unnamed key.  
Men ran like machinery and they could hate and breed
God's distended bowels spun into Humanity

Sentamentalistic
The braiding of the universe
Black hair bronzed with the earths sun
An actor reading lessons of heaven
Hope unspun

Thump thump thump of color
Rhetoric is the chemical burn of man
The actor gets away with ******
The honey yellow of isotopic historians.  

Cause is the Gravity
The woman is ground
God is the elements
Stirring woe into renown

I can't wait to be stardust again
Protein and bone ends
And at Gravity's chagrin
Set the course of the rivers bend
I can't wait to be no more than churn
Mistaken for blood mud
Like red clay in the sun's burn
And picked over for His ecclesiastic thud
And rhymed with Time; the poet's sweet crud

The star’s last breath is
Everything of consequence, it’s
The matter man scattered
Into leaflets of title
And the flowers along the drive
My car idles and
The sun shakes in the rear view mirror
Every step the discarded symphony
That keeps time with her
The cancer is God and he grows nearer
My heart

The momentary sunset conducts what
Words find the airwaves between
Those seconds I awoke and was aware
Of the atmosphere, still just a dream
The math of desire, of conjuring
What overturns regret and Mother Nature
The simple clockwork of my hunger
Time distilling the heart’s legislature

Poetic astronomy:
the clash of living on stars
counting rhyming bars
alighting the gravitational pull of personalities,
the reason for trees,
the need to bleed.
I Let Time ruin everything.  

God is the key in which we speak.
What eeks between His heartbeats
A Childhood seen from the knees
All Memory is me deceived

Life, quite simply, will not leave me alone
Can you count the iridium?
Maybe labor over the poetry
Of stars far gone to infinity
They aspire and they are gravity
Becoming humans at my door, regretfully

Euclidian rain dilapidated the sultry
The restful pull of Humanity
Separating the heavy stones of sin
From the face of sanity
We are what begin when
Time decides to breathe again
“Here is a scene that keeps playing in my head
It is sunburnt, the air is dead and the honeysuckle fries
As this car glides to a bleached shack.  
And I know that ****** means I can’t go back”

Gravity, gleaning from me the symphony  
Of where everyone squirms to be
The acts that fall between
Our splintering personalities
The actors* never land and
Murderers grind into stardust
The soul unstrung will wreck
No weight pulls harder than lust

Hours sour with humanity seizing
The sump pump of the universe
Dissolving another poet
Yet the rivers never reverse

The detonation of the human being
We are the universe when it is seeing
what becomes of light in the grasp of gravity
I long for when things were elementary

Endeavor is the weather
Of the human mind
Torturing reason
And Razing in kind
It is the embarkation
Of the human spirit
That itself an element
To **** what draws near it
Animal and plant to rot
Beneath rhetoric from towers
The human endeavor is
God’s deadliest power

The universe,
The howling mad scatter
Of an infant screaming
God renegotiating the value
Of our believing
We are digestible and fleeting
We are comic debris
Breathing, seething
Recreating the stars
With the fusion of drinking
Whiskey, *** and fluoxetine
The anatomy of a fire
Is the human being

The thunder of the Undone
Strikes flint against kerosene soaked lives
REVIVE
The strive that counter balances the heartbeat
****** my lethargic hands into the heat
Birds are the ability for chemistry to seek
Weather is meat slung from the bone
Writhing language lashed against teeth
Beat this misspent life to stone

Darwin carts the wind from the eaves
Those Dark, bent constellations we hone
Into the annals of the horizon; our keep
Is where Time and Gravity are sewn

She is the solar reign
Hers is the birth and the death
Of fantasy, religion, and acclaim
My universe laughs with every breath

Trajectory
The dance of Will between you and The
Notion of planets, the poetry of gravity
Endless erosion of Time and peace
Still our skeletons must move and breathe
The leaves of autumn are proclivity
Gods and Demons, Roman hierarchy
Professors in dust jackets screaming from eaves
To the tick of my heart turning the ***** key

Wait for the stars to collide
So our minds set aside
Grasp and its innumerable calculations
The cellular breath of her new sensations

Hypocrisy is the bend of civilization
The dogma of the surviving
A blood-soaked officer’s badge
Gravity of a supernova undying

My bones the unimpeachable thoughts
of God paused on humor and dialect.  
Rob the sunlight of breath, rest.  
My heart in my throat as the gulls crest.  
The ocean hunches its shoulders
like a universe possessed.

The sun peels poetry from the writer
His breathing is a form of symphony
The rhythm unlocks clouds onto wind
Ash tree seeds are called the “keys”