While tripping on daisies
In the pouring rain
Thunder and Flashing light
I saw the place
Where the glorious white moon
Which guarded the resting place
Of my ancestors by night
Used to be
And
There
In the darkened glen
Where the remains
Of my disemboweled compassion
Lay in ruins
A vine of thorns
Entangled my feet
Dragging me
Into
Oblivion
 

Too darkly
delicious
to
give in
to age
quietly broken
but
rather
go screamingly
old
and
may haps
not
so gracefully
bent

The Voice of Angels
Singing
Praises
And
Glory
And
Honor
And
I will never
Love her
I did
I love another
I think
She does
Likewise
We never talk
We both
Have memories
Of
Laughter
And
Singing
Along with the
Car radio
Loudly
And
Off key
And
Being intoxicated
By
Being ourselves
And
Old photographs
Are enough

 

The last
Flicker
Of the
Dying ember 
Faded
Into the
Blackened
Charred
Necrotic
Karma
That was
The only
Reminder
Of the
Exhilarating
Chaotic
Whirlwind
Of the
Anarchy
Which
Passed
For peace
In his
Life
 

The Ghost of Love
Distant past
Spoke to me
Over the distance
Making my
Soul smile
Making my
Hands tremble
Making my
Heart happy
And
Four hundred pound women
Sing opera
At
Birthday parties

The beggar
Dreams
Of nickels
And
Of dimes
And
Of quarters
And
In his
Drunken stupor
Of
The Angels
Singing in
Liquid choruses
Killing him
 

Still
And
Silent
Surrounded
By
White painted
Wood houses
With
White painted
Wood columns
As a
White mother
Wearing a
White cotton
Dress
Pushes her
White child
In a
White stroller
And a
White cat
Stalks a
Gray bird
And eats
It
For
Lunch
 
 
 

stick the poisoned lips
link venoms
we do only one
Only
only me
done you fevers and desires
in soot
one drowns
only you
only me
within the fire
Within the love
within the death
within the anarchy
of bodies
seek the day

Smoldering embers 
Wanting only
To burn
To wreak
The havoc
And chaos
That can only bring
Peace
And
Every blow
For
The Kill
 

Out where
The earth turns
To salt
Are the bones
Of a
Man
Bleached white by
The sun
Was he
Murdered
In cold blood
Or
Did he
Die
From thirst
It doesn't matter
The vultures
Picked
His bones clean
And he is still
Dead
 
 
 

Once there was
A man
Who loved with
Everything
But his heart
And
There was room
For Her and
Her God
Who is Beloved
By All
And
Despised by the
Masses
Because
He just
Was

 

on a distant shore

where once time

almost stood still

for one night

an eternal bond

was

forged

and

melded

and

smiles

that will never be forgotten

yet

there remains a soul

depraved

and

deprived

and

darkened

looming on the verge

of insurmountable sadness and pain

from scars

and

broken bones

yet

through the

depravity

and

deprivation

and

darkening

on that distant shore

where once time

almost stood still

for one night

the eternal bond

is 

forging

and

melding

and

smiling

and 

not forgotten

My eyes close

To the abyss

Where the colors

Of

Hope and Dismay

Of

Aqua and Blue

Of

Life and Death

Of

Red and Yellow

Swirl

And find

My peace

And Live

For

One more day

I saw my reflection

In the window pane

With one of the

Great storytellers of old

Words

Still echoing

Through the smoke

Of how

It

Used to be

Way back in

Yesteryear

We must all

Tell our

Reminiscences

Before we die

So someone else

Can see their own

Reflection

In the window pane

With one of the

Great storytellers of old

Words

Still echoing

Through the smoke

Of how

It

Used to be

Way back in

Yesteryear

I sat in

The dark

Waiting

For the light

That never comes

As clouds of sorrow

Covered the sun

Held captive

By self imposed bonds

I walked

A solitary path

Championing myself

Unbelieving

There was something

More

Stubbornly

Refusing to admit

To needing

Or

Even wanting

Then quietly

In the dark depths

Where no mortals walk

A voice compelled

Commanded

Softly summoning

And I crawled

Into the black abyss

Grateful

For shelter

I dream

A hayfield

And

A forest

Beyond

The fence

By

The clay road

Where

The ’55 Chevy

And

Nothing moves

Except the

Constellations

And

The white

Full moon

 

I close my

Eyes

To a deep

Ocean

Without sand

And

Only coral

And

Yellow

And

Purple

And

Blue

And

I could

Breathe

Forever

He affectionately

Carries

The anger

Of

His Anarchy

In

Grandiose proportions

On

His indeterminate

Yet

Afflicted Gait

Without

Yield

Enchantment of

Illusion

All delusions

Left behind

Lightning bolts

Or just more static

Thunders

Through my

Mind

Can’t get the

Signals

Even

On scan

Is this

Insanity

Or

Madness

Or

Confusion

Or

My worst

Fear

A

Common

Average

Ordinary

Typical

Man

Disappearing shadows

As the sun

Escapes

From

The whore

Reckless bum

Deceitful traitor

Of men

That lulls

Us to sleep

So we don’t

Know

It’s passing

As the

Sun

Escapes

From

Dark gypsy eyes
smooth as silk
lips and words
one inhales
ones breath escapes
dark on dark
filling the night
King and Queen
God and Goddess
joined
by
fire
and
blood
and
death
and
life
and
mortal dust
unaware
sleeps on

Bolts of Lightning

Hot as

Melted Steel

Roaring their anger

Painfully

Pushing and pulling

And

Probing

Our hands touching

Chaos waiting

We

Smile

Disappearing shadows

As the sun

Escapes

From

The whore

Reckless bum

Deceitful traitor

Of men

That lulls

Us to sleep

So we don’t

Know

It’s passing

As the

Sun

Escapes

From