I accidentally filled her mind
with serenading cicadas
that erupted on El Dia De Los Muertos,
a piñata swarm of insects,
their nightmarish candy forms
eating away all the love in the universe,
splitting me into two broken halves,
heart snapping like the thunderous crack
of the lumberjack’s axe.

(Echoes, echoes reverberate
through a forest we used to call home,
where her eyes would blink like fireflies in the night,
where the alluring tug of her voice
would spin silky illusions of kaleidoscopic renewal.)

Butterfly wings full of peering eyes,
the precious gift of true sight given then taken,
the other half of me struggling
through the encroaching amber of a parallel world,
crawling like a lonesome ladybug down the trunk of tree,
oblivious to gravity in some small,
dainty way.

Smiles are everything I so long to be,
and they stretched out like infinity’s caress
as I felt the slow thirsty dance of her vivacious mind,
that juke joint of the soul,
ripe fruit underneath mistletoe,
kissing me like it might put out
all the fires burning across the land,
like we were the last match in a galactic cave of darkness,
the hope of all mankind boiled down
to a single, fiery instant.

The tantalizing flow of her heart dress
seemed to yearn for a more intimate glimpse
of this strange bag of quarks:
the tattered remnants of my fallible,
damaged soul,
a laughable patchwork of everything under the sun that means to be human,
a lumbering fusion doing a cadaverous macarena
across the slippery linoleum of the universe;
yet the sound of a soul bifurcating
into both midnight and noon can deafen eardrums
and dry up the most passionate waterways,
sending even the most beautiful rainbows of delicate intention to an early grave.

Poetry Grafted Onto Starlit Bodies

Focused moments,
hot breath tickling
receptive ears.

Whispered words swirl
into cascading souls.

Eyes meet,
gazes held for long
luxurious moments.

2. Daring To Unveil Their Cauldron Of Selves

Starscapes scintillate
as they fall back
into the cosmos
together.

Each tick of the clock
thoroughly elucidated,
boy quantum entangled for eternity
with the girl who is also a tree.

Cosmic bonds of entropy shattered,
never alighting from the cerulean blue sky.

Streaking sunbeams,
marauding moonlight,
mythical monuments carved into the shape of a kiss.

3. A Song On The Galactic Radio Waves (Tuning In To Love Oblivion)

Wasn’t there a time when you told yourself:
nothing’s gonna stop us or break us apart?

Isn’t there a dream you’re holding deep inside (so deep inside)?
Well you’d better let it out before it burns you alive, burns you alive.

For I am so much more
when I have you here in my heart.

And how can I feel any pain
when your healing words
always brings me back again,
again and again?

Jumpstart the engines of this cosmic machine,
we’re leaving for the stars tonight.

Grab onto my hand
like you’re playing that guitar.

Tune in to my wavelength,
and sing like your heart’s on fire,
like your heart’s on fire.

For today there’s one less tomorrow baby,
but still we go higher,
still we go higher.

4. Postscript (Welcome Home)

Tasting plush lips,
skin knowing skin,

hands speaking
in the language of hands.

Two hearts,
beating as one.

Two hearts,
beating as one.

And,
after a lifetime

of hit and miss,
hit and miss,

the cosmos
is finally:

smiling down
upon us.

I swallow the snake’s tail

I dine on the patterns of chaos

that emanate from each flicker

of the tongue.



Whisper death into my eyes,

dream hatred that sputters

like a dying flame;

moment of regret I incinerate you again,

again.



Light years in my eyes,

a bevy of desire outracing the sun,

a mixture of parting elements,

happiness departing my body like

plague vomited into the stars.



Strangle sprint spirit sin crush;

crumble this edifice as I am demolished

by your sultry stare.



Shred this shell,

**** these lips;

oh the wailing,

the stutter of despair in my shoes,

the crimson kite flies under stealth

of evening light.


DarkFilthyAngel bring your bare *******

into the firelight. Tempt all that I am

with your welcoming lips. Center starlight,

follow the moon to the home in your stare,

where I shall drink your reflection in like

a starry night in whose arms I became no one,

a man without a name,

a teardrop falling through nothing at all.



I, Zephyr, Walker,

Soul Magnet, Mind Obliterator,

the black-hearted yes-man feverishly nodding his assent.

Sychophant, weakling, everyman,

unquenchable demon misfit, runner of mazes,

follower, sickly supplicant;

I create the swirl of oblivion in your pupils.



It grows as the light dims,

as knowledge beams outward.



And you collapse and I am the fusillade,

the burnt butterfly, the charred carnage,

the soul’s goo, overcooked consciousness set ablaze.



I crush it. I crush it. Unholy invasion,

glitter of night. Splash! Redirect agony and

fire my art into your oblivious sky.



The tendrils of heat build rings

around my pounding heart.


Strangle,

sprint,

spirit,

sin,

crush;

crumble this flickering

snake’s tongue edifice

demolished like being

****** by your sultry stare,

torn into one,

released from THIS.

1.

I am a thin sliver of doubt

floating upon a sea of devastating tranquility.



Yet I dream with the velocity

of exploding stars.


2.

As planet Earth rotates at 1,000 miles per hour,

my mind twirls with dream-time possibilities;



like a ball on a string we simultaneously zoom

around a lemony sun at 66,000 miles per hour.


3.

Even when I try to cease these clock-tick movements

the chemistry of life churns onward as heartbeat by heartbeat

my body rifles through space-time.



In the massive serenity of the moment

I sense the glacial churn of the Milky Way;



though our spiral arm spins at 483,000 miles per hour,

it still feels like swimming in molasses.



4.

As I sink deeper into this cosmic mirror-land

I hear the faint rattle of a snake’s tail

as my perspective morphs again.



Relative to the Cosmic Background Radiation,

the Milky Way barrels through space-time

at 1.3 million miles per hour.



5.

As my essence bathes in the faint

universal whispers of the big bang



I taste millimeter-sized wavelengths

bursting with the flavor of human epiphany,



for I suddenly know that,

since the formation of the Sun and Earth,



the quarks that compose my body

have spun around the Milky Way twenty times.



6.

I am a thin sliver of doubt

floating upon a sea of devastating tranquility.



Yet I dream with the velocity

of exploding stars.

1.
on her arms
carve a delicate
bloodletting

each pinprick
a sandy glint
in her Martian landscape

canals of meaning fill
until finally the storm has left her streaking
like an iron sunrise

on her limbs
the word-tattoos dry
like calligraphy
on tree trunks

2.
she
so mysterious

a
work-of-art
in motion

a
crimson flower
stamped with the light of dawn

The winter flower's bloom
erupts in fragrance
as your weariness cascades
and crumbles with each step closer
to the warmth of home
(which is simply any space
in the universe where
our hands meet
and our eyes say hello).

In truth,
I hold on to you tightest
in the moments
when we close ourselves off
from one another.

Even during floods of anger
I know that soon,
in the patient darkness,
only regenerating beauty
will spill from your night-sleeping eyes
to mine.

1.
Nervous butterflies line my palms with coronal patterns:
silent, colorful eyes that erupt with the crunch and
scald of evolution.

2.
I set a trap of future lullabies and pet names
under your patiently restrained eyes
(which twitch and pause with the muscled power
of romantic possibility).

3.
The wisping curtain of our harmoniously whispered song
flows from the stringed instrument of our meeting eyelashes
and penetrates our concrete-carved defenses
with the sun-kissed beauty of our outstretched,
welcoming palms.