masonry leaves, firecombs,
fire of guts. passion

hair scratch of dying flags
I want a place to knive dive
Into something now

The time is borne
The corn is milkened  the almonds filled
Oklamnic breeze fading
Less than the morrow flajakling is
Getting more understandable

Walking up dawn

The things of our pasts are merging
Confronting
We’re loving the cracked tiles
Of our foundations

But…

All the tears of the savanna
Drip into the cold pool
At the bottom of my heart
I wonna down a bottle fast
Stare at the sun till everything disappears
and all is warmth and light
but the sun of the old yard feels gone
forever

Pigs, lips, *****, pink mammalian fires.
Dirt, slow water curling us in and out.
Eagle, genius that doesn’t pretend
To fully comprehend the worm the grub or the mole,
But it does, more than it thinks.
Doves, stream at the horizon,
Brief oases of plenitude
Or sometimes death.
Street lights, stars of the city.
Headlights, car eyes.
Windows, the breath
And the transparent eyes of houses.
Grass, the emerald brethren,
Whose golden deaths soak up
The wine locked w/in the childs tears.
Trees, androgynous, monsters of energy,
Mangled bodies of the ghosts.
Pavement, hard, fast, speckled almost
Like sand, moistened flora, stars.

Calico crossroads sky
Strange reflections of a foreign sun
Strangely familiar, disconnected sense of memory
Feels newborn, old as the universe
And swimming. Playing the strings
Of a harp I cant remember, I feel as if
Some kinds of torture can eventually
Callus into luxury.
Ah, today I feel like jumping off a cliff
Or just biting into a raw beating heart.
I love you still, I really do.
The mouse’s door was black when I got the punch.
There was something there I guess I never got.
Perhaps I did and just forgot.
Its hard to sleep w/out your thigh.
& I want you now
Like a baby wants to die.

Like this morning for instance
Hot February and dry cracked
skin of my shadow
which sometimes seems
to look at me
and move w/out me
and I, w/out it.

Sometimes I see the flicker
of a dark soul jeer; a savage dance,
right in front of me,
or in the corner of my eye
when my head is tilted.

The other day at my friend’s
I felt like I was, briefly,
in the sunflower courtyard
of this ol’ dark
underwater museum
full of mirrors
that float adrift.
Angles that perpetually
gyrate and shift…..

I hear the sound of a whale
submerged in a highway
crying with striving despair
at night

and I'm sad
because his lovers reply
sounds so distant
and it sounds as if it comes
from a cavern w/in an ocean
below a sun

I hope he finds her
and dies happy
in the warmth of her flippers....

I miss the panther-warm wine & cream
Was it worth it
Is this worth it

Cold violet city
vacant warm lobbies at night
desolate allies and dogs in such deep slumber
they cant even wake to bark at impending footsteps
The musty brown cars
whose aura of mothballs and pipe smoke
reminds you of a childhood irretrievable  

I smiled back at the rocks that snickered
Beside the fence
which stood firm
In caring vigilance

Cold verdure within
Misery mixed with
Getting bored w/ absorbing it

There’s a strange saloon w/ hotel attached
at the center of Melancholy
where flames are lit music is played
bodies are slowly denuded
and silver knives are thrown

I can show you…

(Long ago it seems
I bit and kissed and became
aquatinted w/ the bark of
the root of delirium

Recently even I’ve spoken
to the heart of delirium itself
from within
w/ no reply
but I can remember
all my memories were hallucinations)

ferocious enlightening agony
of soul & flesh
an unraveling farrago
of bones
veins & nerves
& a burning
         frost burnt heart
                           w/ wings.