That face is excruciatingly beautiful
Blinding as platinum confetti
For the new year of the soul

She is my conch shell
When I hear her, I hear me

That body is hauntingly whole
Strong as a steel gerder and just as smooth
For the structure we are building

She is my mirror
When I see her, I see me

Those hands are soft as silver
Holding the pages of our life
Strongly into the new book

We will write together.

I cast away my narrow waist
Whale bone my rib cage
You open me up to demolition
My voice is silent

As you split the seams
Of a world I was far too fragile for
Living, the flash of liquid light
Turns the horizon on it's end.

The lies you fabricate, a master
Storyteller by design
A lowlife criminal
With overwhelming needs

Trying to love you
Impaling my heart on your strict demonic stare
Upping the ante in every future game

The futile roads of a hundred lovers
Etched by envy
Icicles of mass destruction

Trying to love you
Simply and completely
Simply impossible….

Dreams
Including you, fever pitched
Laced with codeine

Bold, romantic, and star struck
As usual.
Dreaming a wild ride through Hollywood streets and a walk up to

Empty pools of Flynns Estate.
A walk in the Mullhuland park....(Mulrays Baby by Polanski)
Dripping in every nuance of *** and romance culled in the dark.

But you in Tennessee, and I in Denver, alive and awake in our
Screaming agony of head colds, while your wife attends you.
Do you dream my dream? Are we young then? Or is love a strange

Forgotten ideal, lost with punk rock and death rock....and is life but a dream....rowing that awful trip to God.

They act like they don't know what you're doing
Assuming you're doing anything
At all.

Your writing is always possessive
Your photos are always of you
Narcissist.

She acts like it's all working with the precision of a clock
I know what goes on behind closed doors with you
I'm so glad I know how truly miserable she is...

A day
Tailor made for the Pimms cup you drink
An average so and so.

You live your life in seconds of despair
Bleeding a path to your door
It swings both ways.

Laughing is easy, a roll down the *****,
At her, at her.
As she is ravaged in a circle of blades

You walk off to the next target.
Laughing all the way, ** ** **.

I shed people, sheets of rain
You're stories and lies

Adroit little beggar of crumbs
As I become.

A rock, a drop of liquid silver
Mercury's wings are on my heels.

Was there ever a better day to do this?
Would the time erase the flood.

I'm running to you again
And you reach out your foot.

Falling is always a destination.
Falling is abrupt, and ******.

And the vampyre in me stays down for the count
And sips the nectar of Gods.

To you who laugh under waterfalls
Of Vengeance
And irrigate with *****

Let me say, how even blindly
You are without joy.

To you who taste the sweetness of destruction
Castration
And pony up on your last bet.

You will only have wine glasses full of acid
Spiked by each other in the Cave of truth.

What a delinquent I am
Perched upon your life story
A raven looking for some shining thing.

And after all this traveling in the Ether
The heart still cracks, can crack,
Does crack.

The tears I shed
Are in someones sunken pool in Arizona
Stolen again.

I know your trivial gestures, waving to the Geisha
It's time to leave, to go and be forgotten.
You're so transparent.

And I in a paralysis of time.
And I watching through the rear window.
And I the magpie of delight, who sings for her supper in all the grief.

You'll last and outlast
Our spirits dreamily
And with the finality of a
Host. 

We'll think of you
An apparition. . .flying
In and out of our delusions
Daily

We are actually the dead
Lazily musing your absence
As you live and breathe
Asthmatic. 

You will always be dancing
Crazed and broken hearted
In the valley of Queens in
Paris decadence. 

We...in the cemetery of
Human non reality will
Still call out your name
In a fever pitch.

Sadly you will walk through
Us already in your past
We will seek to embrace you
Without success. 

You are the one true entity
Which walks just ahead
Of our catching up.
You are all life

In a brittle world dead without you.

Valiant Ferguson~2014~Feb. 15th

You are but an echo
Of past betrayals
And pain

You are an echo
Of my psychopathic mother
And the abortions swimming in my mind

You happened after all of the pain and joy and excitement.
Of a life well lived.
Choreographed by the masters.

I want you to know
You are an echo
And nothing more.

Have gone through many portals surfing on the bardos of indefinite universes listening to Sate having a triple bipass in the dark without the sleep of twilight upon him. The 3 girls are stars sailing in the night sky leaving the last one with me, feline and fragile an aging withering vessel, like me, her only mother. I have played in the desert with a mad man. I have climbed the mountain with ******. I have been gutted for the last time. The freedom is astounding to have made it this far, this far. Hearty laughter replaces tears, or rage. I know you think you are smarter than everyone else, a trickster, such a clever fellow. I have found you out, and think of you as a poor mans version of little blownapart...short, a little pawn on the board of life. The other psychopaths are so much smoother than you, and the *** is much better. You know, I can't even remember your name, of course you never remember the name of butcher paper when you throw it in the garbage now, do you?

Ouuuuuuh look at you go
Look at you sliding
Sliding into home plate.

Watch as you destroy the darkness,
With the ease of the Pros
Look at you go.

It won't be long now
Sweetness will be overflowing like a waterfall
Of sadness.

Just keep going, keep fighting, keep winning.
Cause that's all that's left you.

Swimming in a sea of souls
She captures eternity for a moment
Then moves on.

It's the bait that gets you
There transferring feelings for feelings
The negotiations of the soul.

Clinging to the chunks of refuse
For a second.
Then down and further down

You appear with contract in hand
The salt stinging the wounds
you have left her with.

In my dream, we...

You and I, will always be in Some Eternal Territory, by which romance\kindness will cure our aching hearts.

Its the emptiness
And where it takes you.
The small pieces of invisibility

That follow you around
Your living shroud
The screaming crowd.

Its hiking backwards up a Tibetian cliff
And finding yourself still firmly planted
at the bottom.

It can catch you in the throat
The way dust
Collects thickly in a storm

Of resolute beliefs
And philosophies
Of cinders afire.