Faking it with the galaxy man.*

...
I walk as dust walks
which means I settle on the surface
My need, the lodestar -
and how
he finds his way back from the disco
...

ok chokehold.

i wish to go camping and build
my fire under your crows wing
attitude. i wish to have children
and hide them away from dust
in the cleanest vases. i wish to
explain to you the circumferential
crappiness, the why you will not
take me seriously on any other
than a rainy day. throwing is like
reverse grabbing, reverse grabbing
the chandelier. every word we
speak is crossing a line. a line that
is only my line, a line you never
knew existed. it is red. it is colored
somewhere
i want to be. it is the burgundy
of your mouth bending w/ speech,
it is the donation of O neg and
the blistered heels of your feet
stomping on my heart through
my vest of sequins. no, not stop
ing. morse code on my 3D love
poem, don't ya know?

coffee is done, suit is irony and my
jeans are cut into my favorite story
about a man
and a woman
and the lake they drained
when they became thirsty.

I could swim in your oceanic eyes;
But when you give me that look
You lay dynamite on my iron skin
And you open me like a wound:

Spirit of fire that burns
Like a blade of sunlight
I sacrifice myself as I die
Into you, you ancient name of fire;

And your temper between the jaws
In the abstract geometry you propose
Lays me in an impassive torture
And you load ghosts of yesterday
Into Tomorrowland,
My cry and the cries of the torturer.

Be it the first dawn,
The last dawn,
We are bigger than the night
But the dream of us fits on the bed,
The bed of rain,
The bed of storms,
The liquidity of our bodies
As the moon wakes and asks
For our spirituality,
Souls entwined, we tear the night apart;

But we aren't always in the mood
At the same time,
Vehement bodies on invisible clocks
We can't see ticking,
You speak in Winter,
I speak in Summer;
Our words vanish like
Syllables of vertigo;
We are lost between the argument.

For all the good and the bad
I would make love with you
At the precipice,
Hanging at the cliff;
To fall in love or fall to our death,
Each is a timeless matter
And through it all I
Know that I am alive between
The polar shifts.

Let's go, indigo... This is your slip up.
Hacksaw twin. Lumber jack. I resort
to name calling when I am overworked.

So what? You compare me to the  
gun you left in a public restroom
and I part the curtains
enough for you to see the ritual.

Ya know, the one with the crawfish
and blood root - the one where I have
a young Elvis Presley and
a middle aged John Wayne

and I touch them both obsessively
and I burn the flesh of a cactus
and I am dressed in plum colored
velour tighter than skin.

Look, kid.

These things are real.
The white noise, the favorite peacock,
the heavy ashtray,
the sepulcher holding my child -
the crucifix thrown, the plastic
soldiers under my toes, the belt
that thickened my eyelids Shut - crybaby
memory, but this is it. Ritualistic, & a
guy wants to drown himself between
the river banks of razor burn?
Lord, help me.

If you talk through the end
of another movie
you aren't getting laid.

One, where the pale sea foamed at the yellow sand,
With wave upon slowly shattering wave,
Turned to the city of towers as evening fell;
And slowly walked by the darkening road toward it;
And saw how the towers darkened against the sky;
And across the distance heard the toll of a bell.

Along the darkening road he hurried alone,
With his eyes cast down,
And thought how the streets were hoarse with a tide of people,
With clamor of voices, and numberless faces . . .
And it seemed to him, of a sudden, that he would drown
Here in the quiet of evening air,
These empty and voiceless places . . .
And he hurried towards the city, to enter there.

Along the darkening road, between tall trees
That made a sinister whisper, loudly he walked.
Behind him, sea-gulls dipped over long grey seas.
Before him, numberless lovers smiled and talked.
And death was observed with sudden cries,
And birth with laughter and pain.
And the trees grew taller and blacker against the skies
And night came down again.