a 40-yard shot..a 40 -feet miss!

Livid darkness embraced her with glee
She,my girl,had a heart which could not see
My love tried to find a way past her titanium
It broke my love and heart along with my cranium
i decided to slay..slay the cadaverous darkness
Ignominy stuck to me,it feared me
i flailed to understand her heart's idiosyncrasy
i failed miserably
The heart crafted pejorative voodoo dolls.
they winked at me once and winced at me next
that flagrant flippancy killed me twice and
the hundredth time i died i came back to life
i don't know which is which.
i wondered why this oeuvre wasn't held by an easel.

She could start a pogrom against the male race
she would make a perfect slaver
but no! she is what is grace.
"i am not worth you" she said
BOY! wasn't THAT the bromide!
this is not a panegyric
this is not a lament
this is but tantamount to the vacuum in my heart-tent
i LOVED that heinous perpetrator
i LOVED that hedonism-generator
its what i wanted.
My ears weren't blind
My eyes were deaf
MY heart was broke,it's eyes were sore
you know not what runs through my veins
the fools and the sages united on this one
they said it was someone else's life

My soul is gone
My love is gone

I Just Love all this TOO much.
It was selfishness blended homogeneously with everything else
you didnt mean the world to me
you didnt mean the life to me
you didnt mean anything to me
you never did..

world,life and "anything" won't be enough.


:S

Soul-paralysis

The day I left the beach

A hairy Satyr running
behind & a little to the
right.

In the holy solipsism
of the young

Now I can't walk through a city
street without eyeing each
single pedestrian. I feel
their vibes through my
skin, the hair on my neck
-it rises.

Ordinary Man

Can you dig it.
My meat is real.
My hands - how they move
balanced like lithe demons
My hair - so twined & writhing
The skin of my face - pinch the cheeks
My flaming sword tongue
spraying verbal fire-flys
I'm real.
I'm human
But I'm not an ordinary man
No No No

The Politics of ecstasy are real
Can't you feel them working
thru you
Turning night into day
Mixing sun with the sea.

Welcoming Requiem

Come
for all the world lies
hushed & fallen
green ships dangle
on the surface of
Ocean, & sky-birds
glide smugly among
the planes
Gaunt crippled houses
Strangle the cliffs
In the East, in the cities
a hum of life
begins, now come

Counter To That(ode to the south)

I am troubled
Immeasurably
By your eyes

I am struck
By the feather
of your soft
Reply

The sound of glass
Speaks quick
Disdain

And conceals
What your eyes fight
To explain

Power

I can make the earth stop in
it's tracks. I made the
blue cars go away.

I can make myself invisible or small.
I can become gigantic & reach the
farthest things. I can change
the course of nature.
I can place myself anywhere in
space or time.
I can summon the dead.
I can perceive events on other worlds,
in my deepest inner mind,
& in the minds of others.

I can

I am

I am a guide to the Labyrinth

Monarch of the protean towers
on this cool stone patio
above the iron mist
sunk in its own waste
breathing its own breath

Singing,Running,Knowing

Shrill demented sparrows bard

The sun into being. They rule

dawn's Kingdom. The cars -

a rising chorus - Then

workmen's songs & hammers

The children of the schoolyard,

a hundred high voices,

complete the orchestration

An appearance of the devil

on a Venice canal.

Running, I saw a Satan

or Satyr, moving beside me

a fleshy shadow

of my secret mind. Running,

Knowing.