Rose gold and agave tincture drops
laid to rest upon the serpents tongue
until the speakers shake
the tree from which the martyr
falls unto the cloud
that splats on impact

Oh marmalade sweetness!
to what do we owe this
trembling rotten-legged pleasure?


Surface now in overtime
the sirens screeching
at the child across the street
who sinks into the boiling malt

Bring with you the chalice
full of aerial photographs
to drink the spectators thoughts
stuffed within the temporal stone

Remembering to forget
this holy place of presence
draw the mighty bridge we cross
into enveloping florescence

dead summer
sun shines between my bones
long crooked shadows
how long have I sat here?
oaks shade gave way to yellow

oblique rays illuminate
these dessicated sockets
gilded parched pastures
all dew has been up and took
long before I first awoke

autumn crows' appetite
my earthly flesh plucked away
I hear my heartbeat
thump thump as the rabbit runs
knowing winters frosty breath

the rabbit-catcher's campfire
cannot warm shivering bones
under their dry leafy quilt
all desire is quelled . . .
content with malodorous meat

from this hollow frame
my ice-glazed scaffold
coyote steals a femur
it was mine to freely give
suffering it was his to take

my gnawed bleached bones
scattered ,full transformation
predator to prey
play to the nature of things
sea transience by precipitant moon

4.12.12
A collaborative renga written with tsac

Precipitant of an evening fog
To coalesce in drops of dew,
Upon green blades of crystal grass
Which mirror shards of love to you.
Shards of love in shades of grey
In opalescent light that falls,
As one with tears of misted rain
To soft caress thy hallowed halls.
M.

I miss you,
I hope for you
someday to return embraced in my
arms of chicken wire,
brittle in this cool breeze blowing across
cracked earth that surrounds me, grey,
the only precipitant;
drops of suspiration from my eyes.

My world skips to slow motion
as I observe with the eyes
of a million unwoken promises,

and it hits the ground,

each drop splattering like a cloud devoured in a
pool of flies.
My body yearns, it aches for you
like a honey suckle longs to be
plucked,
torn in half
licked clean
by the tongue,
moist with desire,
that makes it home in the preoccupied body that will soon discard it,
barely noticed by the taste buds; it moves on to consume another.

Hope leaves me
as I realize
I miss you, but I don’t know who you are…

We are inexperienced and free,
So we are whatever we want to be.
We possess optimistic minds,
And go along with the winds.

Our thoughts are limitless,
As if we are omnipotent.
Our actions are precipitant,
Because there is no need to impress.

How do we lose it?
We see ourselves as misfits,
Our new identity is a counterfeit,
With sudden movements causing us to slip.

Light is the bringer of good,
And a form of revelation.
For us it has brought destruction,
As our buoyancy darkens with falsehood.

While walking through the front doors to our future in our castle, a presence stalking gave a fever to my bones to dismantle, we have our dreams coming true but in the shape of blue, ignoring the past to prevent the future I'm in the present ignoring the coming relapse, danger to ghosts consuming all of us was ever so immanent.

Plans were in place while invisible traps encased every moment forward to go backwards, the children ran forever back and forth as smiles hurt while tears of joy streamed to cure the disease, everything was perfect, we were pleased, nothing was in conflict, but she was uneased, this was hidden by reset to conceal under the guise of affection, she was only getting more precipitant.

Starting the reshape of our castle in our own image we played God, we had the power to contribute to our happiness infinitely and so we chose to increase our family, the past was concrete, buried within the rubble was the trauma as rebar, slowly falling apart the past exposed crumbles of insolence.

The probabilities to what's forward shunned in darkness by impossibilities to my beliefs, she's laying claymores triggered by remote, I'm kissing her as I'm choked by her ghost, breathing hard I'm pushing forward, the children without their only protection left behind as dad labors for her collection, every day I leave she's becoming less of the families participant.

Unfinished castle to be our greatest hassle, my importing depression as the kids regression projected upon us by her evil acts of defilement.

Unearthing the kids emotions and my unnerving focus upon her caused my reactions, knowing that if she persisted with those buttons, cynical desires would be validated as she downsized me to a filament.

The traps armed and triangulations in place, she was soon to evict and evil to consume this space, children caught in between heaven and hell rang the bells, I know but never knew she'd consume, the price, our blooms, renewed illicit intimacy to consume all of me failed, I was now diligent to protect the innocent.

Being in war would be easy, covering the innocent fragile eyes from the exorcist was my only mission, my back is regaining holes from her knife, the conduction of her liabilities of illicit secrecy is no longer unknown, the knife is now condesating as she's claiming by blaming, injured and losing hair I hug the children to cleanse the ghosts, they can't see me and the slime of abandonment covers them head to toe, the past and present is now equivalent.

Caught in time with wounds covered in lime, the kids mute while I choose, falling to my knees screaming please, she's gone and had been all along, always called her my wife and now she raises her knife, stumbling back shocked I scurry the flock,  a clone to her old self a simulant, she's no longer here, she's high on the devil's simulant.

I'm away with the children but my ghost left my shell, it's left behind to distract her within the self induced hell, everything's terribly wrong as I'm Hoodwinked with Agony, smear campaigning against her ghost of a husband everyone knows the truth, her lies stretched so far it was visibly obtuse, was never something new, forced to carry on I'm wondering lost, I'm now Ambivalent with Agony.