Hills pass through reflection
Inscriptions of silhouette & wraiths
Wrap around days
Snow lingers on the water
Driver calls a stop
As the image fades into night
Like lost sight
In the Ether
In the ether can you hear Her? “Who” is my question
Forever severed the moment
Guillotines of gasping
Guide me to sleep
Game On (O/S)
Dissolution is the queen’s move
Across the board, her game of death a leap! A thrust-
Already captured
Untitled (DNA)
My life floods before my eye
River & branches, cityscape
Scraps of trash & smiles broken like streets
Line my wiles with willpower and whim
A sorrow sights me & fires
For she (how many now?) had left me
How many bodies line the streets of my mind
As I walk behind the line of yesterday
I jump across into now to sound te ether with a briefness-
I was here! (who?) already gone
A wind, a bell, birdsong
Goblet of Gallows-Ceiba Linkup (I/S)
A silhouette fell beside me speaking flame
“Fly fly to where memory and thought fall away
Fly to where the tree drinks all your water
Yet you are always quenched
Query
Half man, half ?
Erect and naked
Blinded by moon-light
Haloing the head with a reverb of
Flesh & Query
Allegiant to the mystery
Alone with you now-won’t you taste the wavelength
And lose shame as we come apart in the dark-
Finding light where our shadows play?
Won’t you stay and help me live this?
Won’t you taste what’s fleeting? Already gone like ice cream on tongue-
So suited is moonson to the moment
Dying to sing your crying from where pleasure
Plucks notes of layers clothing the soul
So to unravel you into the reaches
Of a sleep dreamed by Gaia
Testigo (O/S)
Mama Gaia sighs her cry from a womb
woe riven while our soot-swollen eyes blink
@ Tyranny tearing us Down to space-dust
Until even our rind screams-open
Is this wound of Being singing of knives
Cutting in line-hushed our fate now falling
Down and merging with ashes dashed like brains
Against stones -no One to save us. The sea
Still murmurs & rain falls like an echo-
A sorrow sounds between bird call
And streets
Cracked from where bodies fell like buildings God
Struck. Numb & dumb we with throats scissored
And scarred, too scared to speak the holy strangled so slowly
“Black Gowns” (O/S)
Surrounded by priests like hemlock made of
Microchips dipping our bodies into
Rum to burn in effigy of what we
Once were, sacrifices for the artifice
Now, who Savors the scent of the bloodied
This, the destiny you pay with credits
For benedictions from these priests prying
Open the mind to enshrine the line of throats slit
With scriptures scrambled and coded
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ON THE HUNT (I/S)
Burning along the Wavelength
Hanging on spirals as a dead man kicking-
Sticking to the point, the beak plunges,
Talons lunge into the lungs to pluck
a breathing, feasting- Life devours itself
as the serpent its tail
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Arms Plutonic
Would A woman as You turn away
For what THEY say? My sight shouts from Sheol
While missiles of imprecations
Bless their detonations against my flesh
Mortal spirits hear this-the Aloness
Of a Witness wandering wastes and wonders
Blanketed by moonlight, thus blackened, hence one
Hears a blight burrow into the world
As though a tree tricked by Kali to grow
An anti-life birthing berries
whiter than dissolution. Would you,
A siren singing my drowning, offer
This fruit to me, or beg my leave?
Would you allow THEM to say you? What say You?
Enfold yourself in my arms & know no harm
–A hymn of Silence reigns now
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FOR A MOMENT (O/S)
Hold me to your chest
Rest the song of toomanythoughts thundering
Past us like stallions sipping gallons of liquor
(Spirits infest me), won’t you hold me
until deathly Are the memories meandering
into my waking? Somewhere a rainbow
shatters and I am scattered by the lies of eyes/I’s
promulgating truths as guises unseen
