where I toil I have no moon
save the spoils of my dissonance.
and a pulsating garnet of chaos
in a spoonful of wishful
thinking.

ambrosia
with a wound pink
umbrella. I am aloft
below!

I'm remote
and vendetta.

like a noise
without a voice
in a fog.

in this case, an ermine fool
has too many hats, but alas -
too few heads.

the Jacomo laughs
out of turn.
and jokes lay spinning in amber -
ever devoted to the premise
of an Absolute Laughter…
As sonorous
As Entropy.

or a silent disaster

cloaked in the
strange robes
of a naked.
question.

love
is the chocolate spasm
of an unquenchable joy.
like a kite on a string of unending naivete…
a glorious mongrel of “ I’ll be ******! “ -
and all the manifest Destiny you can squeeze
into a perilous adventure.
no ropes Is like No Fun,
but only from This angle, where I lust for succulent jewels!
where I slept last on a diamond
made of pure flesh -
and pulsed into a realm
of amorous blunders.

all these sweet things
kick in the teeth
of your black hole.
like an aggregate Comedy
of stalled horizons.

you see how love has mastered Madness
by slipping in-between
You.

I keep leaving
the thousands of miles
between us
for the outskirts of
close to you.
I sleep where the strange stars hum
awoke.

in a teacup
of the last
day… I hold
your hand
forever.


we never sleep
through the Life
we’re dying
for.


always aswoon.

and un-clever.

out of harm’s way, i have never been; for all ways are harmonized. I appear in the guise of an everlasting Denouement. but all the while seething with trumpets
of triumphant self-loathing and mood swings hitched
to a non-Euclidean fulcrum in the white noise
of a vibrating fog where your heart should be...
with all the corridors
of an infinite
hesitation.

with an Ampersand.

shall I dive into your skin
with all my Dostoyevski
dangling from a thorn
in my argument?
shall i ghost where eyes
have no jurisdiction>
slumber in the alleys of
our wayward way.
beneath the effort of our stars
in the cumbersome
ritual of loving you
the very most?

or shall I descend into the majesty
of your updraft? catch the remarkable
clue to your aspect and journey there
like a happy fool on a day
without a name?