The stream (all workshops)
curled tongue
licking clouds
the dark nostril
in thoughtful flare
blinking blind like the
focal glee of the watts
on the dimestore tree
shit me some tinsel
and call me santa
she gears the lazy boy
handle in a death grip
slopping kentucky
bourbon on a battle
scarred street ware
when the catch releases
falling back
eject eject
"I love you madly,
he said self-consciously"
- Umberto Eco
He cries,
not a few vagrant tears,
anguished ripping sobs.
Hunched over,
forehead in palm,
he is also acutely aware
that to the non-existent observer
his entire persona
is a caricature
of grief.
Great gifts must last forever,
that is what I heard you say;
but both of us will surely know
the wind of life blows to and fro
and nothing stays the same.
Good things are hard to come by
it is generally agreed;
but chance will often look to dare
or fate may flaunt its destined fare
so nothing stays the same.
The worst will surely happen
that is what the wise men think;
and life, obedient in that light
must make reply against some slight
to drive the world insane.
Will you be mine
you draw from my lips’ wine
like divine
you feel my face
with a soft trace
my lips wet as I do too
as you are about to come all over
come be mine this night
let me make you feel at home,
as your fingers I taste
you bend on your knees with grace,
then we all just in imagination play
as if in dreams we were ever so gay
the birds flock around
as you become all mine,
be mine and know
I will forever be yours
to glow
Declaration
Kneeling, I am at a loss
to conquer all the fears
that have pursued me hard and fast
throughout these many years
so I stand with upraised fist
and shout my battle cry
down into the depths of Hell
and upwards to the sky
Would Athenians,
titans of intellect
know to curse
them?
Would Spartans
raise shields,
to huzzah their
passing?
Would soldiers
like those laconic
spirits stand by
to salute?
and If those gates
were cast open
Would they pass?
No. For Hades
gates are closed
to all and where
the dead reside
the dead defend.
crisp
terse from sure hands
the dealers work
sitting at the table
lady luck
winking full of cut angles
these purity diamonds
decks chance
the easy of running
numerical oddities
in a shuffle
calming like watching
rain fire past the empty
nights
the quiet corner of street lights
a thrill of wages
no risk
no gains
the great leap
win
lose
and often fold
no aim with a safety on
CANCIONES
Cántame una canción
de amor
para que se me olvide
mí dolor
cuéntame de tiempos pasados
para que viva
mis sueños engañados
SONGS
Sing me a song of love
so I may forget
my pain
tell me again
of times gone by
so I may live my dreams
of lies
Motes of pollen
through songs of dust
summer's laughter
blown as musk
blanket with lovers
hopes arrayed
as sunlight reigns
plans are made
Food with bees
blankets near trees
careless laughter
trickling in streams.
The day is still
wide skies azure
they eat their fill
their love is pure
A dream unfolds
too soon broken
by wasps of truth.
Three words spoken.
It's been lovely..
powder
between the sighs
thigh shift moonkissed eyes
gentle nocturne
sweetness over black winged death
therein falling breaths
from snow stained skin
a satin turn
from the landscaped burn
a ravaged dreamspeak
fresh with stars
this singing stream
crying your song
sleep far
within touching scars
innocuous stays
on your palms
like a breeze swift fast
a leaving
..
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