elemental, hollow.

pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face,  misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.

raw

what do you say in the velvet aftermath? there is distance a kind sort of anger greens so loud they turn blue in sound of gone baby gone and hey, it’s hanging on that sometimes hurts most wrapped in barbed wire harder to work free when tangled entangled as two atoms can be knowing everything about the other remaining a universe apart gate is there; it’s just infinitesimally small stand better chances of burning in rain vice is worn spite turns to regret for the painful refrains falling upstream quelling capture worship frail release, wounds will not fester when the … Continue reading raw

greater>than

Eyes grind limestone Words of cement Sawdust and blacklung Fissure and crevice Glacial impositions Of quiet magnitude calm animus in half-life of atomic decay little clocks tick-tock drip-drop will not take slow affliction painted in silence marked on stone bitter heart laws inland multiplicand of crushing forces creating tiny grains slipping through all of those grasping fingers you are the first of your kind last to grasp finality of time in the ending etched all over shapes of zeroth harmonic quartz and carbonate kinetic, tectonic triturate what you once were compress and macerate brushed from hand onto lonely beach once … Continue reading greater>than

Ashen tones

cold bones of ash brush down hidden in seeds of carbon flesh of daoine sídhe commend both sides with grief it’s flowing down running around madmen on toadstools squawking of sound many moons to see poison was free move on down into valley maple, rust phoenixes of dust have come upon thee, naught be here now come on down death moves quietly evening nightshade no wheat to sow nor corn to grow just bones in ash ashen tones seeded in carbon no more disease just nothing now, bereft empty seasons of greystone snow all journeyed onto great halls below o … Continue reading Ashen tones

Necromancy

dreams are necromancy fall of a whisper still carrying weight foreign dust on my tongue force thoughts of you, I hate that. loss, but not remembering orange crush and bible juice I can bathe in memories. dead between the eyes buckshot teeth strangle me into holiday crushing rocks in locust song blasphemy in every note unsung, unheard ketamine jitters ravage snake’s revenge on ice I’m a savage lost in civility cogito ergo you glitterboys caught in tete-a-tete with no one (or you or myself, it’s unclear) heavy conversation but quickly bores (into)me, a state of fugue without glue everything splits … Continue reading Necromancy

New Year-Revisited

I do not live last day of the year it is like a little death rough brush, burlesque settles in my bones old spectre dropping dreams in spite of my screaming I do not like the end of the year it’s too heavy, flaunting the blues in cursive graffiti on my center that don’t come off nether wind crawling outside the view is the same one as last year I fear, my dear, my tears do not want the savage drop-down slap-back kissing strangers the champagne wet dream on my face and chest recall the last to fall uptown diamond … Continue reading New Year-Revisited

lost in the clouds

Hey! are you okay? thought life had forsaken you once more in the gardens of the misbehaved those soft-spoken can be so loud it’s difficult to see ground when you’re lost in the clouds did I tell you? my dreams returned again just the other night I was so frightened of the passing I ran toward the light gates were open but you could not follow me in so I turned heel and strode toward the place you were standing tripping we fell forward in the sand hand in hand, I awoke to find you slumbering in my arms I … Continue reading lost in the clouds

Taste of Dust

World’s twin bastions wounded phoenixes ridden by shadows plummet on evil wind casting thunder into cloudless sky a quaking of steel roots and iron limbs downtown sandstorm in the boroughs the taste of dust and ashes in my mouth Pulverulent colossi groaning from the bloody hands of undead men,  tainting a loving belief seek with daggers of speed to murder those pictures of an ideal The hymn of great sorrows mirrored in every home victims and heroes all lay down that eve in burial shroud the taste of tears and ashes in our mouths And where do good men seek … Continue reading Taste of Dust

May Be

driving through the olden ways of youth the fields are no longer cotton but sunflowers as tall as corn the same places the slaves used to toil are now filled with migrant workers, who may soon be free I wonder how long it will take them to find their footing the slaves are still stumbling, overshadowed by Walter White how long before the dreamers dreams die too, run over by progress just like the dog on the shoulder if I didn’t feel nothing, I would not feel at all yellowed pages of a dusty Bible the tremors of motes dance … Continue reading May Be

Visoko

canon in the movement untoward, natural the spilling of blossoms into spring wind hair falling into place as you twirl in the sun holding hope in hands a look of mystery sent over the shoulder a treasured memory of a long gone day how far off it does seem, such a fragile dream how I wish to once again be present in that moment there was never a more beautiful symphony of life and love and all that is holy than the light in your eyes in that far gone day. It’s not fucking fair that’s all I have left … Continue reading Visoko