she the skycompeting, she
the sky and the summer breeze.
for what timid night prefers concealed
is revelation in her crescent smile.
while her scattered suitors creep in guile
and can only echo what they see.
wind's anticipation fondles clumsy
canvased stars, like pointillism.
connected random joints and limbs
painting lurid stories, swirled like galaxies.
her kiss releases beasts, like feral hope
or pretense kicking dust, in urgency
with feet faster than her lips can keep.
night's clouds form a second range
mountains you could almost climb, to reach her.
all curves and light in silhouette
that ripples in her waning.
she births secrets from her mouth's womb
like a dream in breath's repeating.
her milky white scream, which spills
inside out, releasing mine like rain.
reversible reign coat, trade control
emptied pockets, hollowed minds.
fulfilling madness with new mysteries
by the light of she
the sky, or the evening's freeze.
who'll be first to wash over me?
rushing the sky on a chariot
holly marie juniper brownin the village on the morrow
is a wedding born of sorrow
so i've come to clear my conscience
in the stately restful presence
head hung low in respect
and a face that is long
for miss eve saint jude,
the daughter of john
i'm not the one whose job 'tis approved
remembering her name or the way that she moved
to reminisce, to relive, the shame of this town
and holly marie, miss juniper brown
"you flatter in your persistence"
said the willow to the clock
but the words betrayed the envy
like the sparrow eyes the hawk
as you sat in measured patience
in your handmade evening gown
draped in stolen guarded gazes,
eyeing the wiles of miss juniper brown
holly raged unto time
"you'll never take me alive"
"...i can live with that" -
replying, and smiled
we would have found you so much stronger
if you had only gotten angry
instead you cowered in the corner
at the audacity of maybe
staring like a firefly
in awe of the sun
lonely eve saint jude,
the daughter of john
when she kicked off her heals
spiraldo you ever fall asleep,
clutching the pillow like lovers
as driftwood on the sea?
wrapped in blankets like limbs
whose hands will never find
you anchored to coarse fabric, cotton-mouthed.
no giving. taking only, grating gasping
grasp sheets like brittle fingertips, when
the breath which licks your neck
is the murmur on the waves of a fan.
'what is,' 'what could,'
and 'maybe' splinter twigs in
your head, rubbing together the wake
of the resultant wellspring of flame,
failing to thaw the frigid ocean sheets.
"what was not ice would melt me,"
slide the ebb, ride the flow
await a voice that rises
like a storm washes over torrential eyes.
echo the crying brine that spirals 'round you,
an endless conversation, each touch
a phrase, speaks volumes.
sea reflections, where eyes should be
caressing clearly what hands can't see.
affixed, assured quite what to say
or adrift, left speechless, ashore will
resort to sigh language, moored to you.
wrap your whole being, your legs your arms
like persephonefingers cross miles of flesh
reaching for her like water
find she only ripples in reply
this solemn lonely daughter.
staring into the tantalizing abyss
of her eyes, then i'm reminded
how everything casts a shadow
not everything reflects the light.
every day the realization hits me
like light is defined by what it strikes
she dreams of sunshine, like persephone
she's only with me half the time.
a wake, to pillows arranged in
icy formations to block the sun
holding my eyes, persistent.
still my fingers toboggan
the drifts of her tangled hair
the sisyphean task's rewarded
a shrug, and a vacant stare
winter she told me
in bleached blonde screams
whose echo turned to gray
the streetlight flickered
in pale imitation of the moon
when she finally sailed away.
spring brings questions
like flower petals finally
strong enough to face me,
still that bird was tethered
'round the nest responsibility
while i toed the precipice of maybe.
these dreams recede, then flow
to old familiar 'words i should h
we only make bubblegumwe only make bubblegum
the things you can throw away
disposable razors, disposable saviors
diet plans and service plans
instant oatmeal, instant messages
short selective attention spans
urgent free time to spend alone
or walk the stores on your cellphone
chewing commercials and blinking
anything to keep from thinking
juice, toast and pornflakes
whatever it takes, man
to get going, to stay awake
reptilian brain run amok
EAT! BUY! WATCH! FUCK!
because it's only an addiction if
it hinders your impact on the GNP
no matter what happens to mommy
rinse and repeat until it hurts
maybe it will sink in to the pore
buff that face with creams and cleansers
spam-male enhancement to raise those spirits
do anything for insertion
skip the penetrating questions
everything that sounds new
is the second verse of yesterday's song
whining blue for drugs we already took
and the souls we stepped among
there is nothing new under the sum
hitting the streets, clubs, and bars
dancing the night away with total st
battlefieldher house is miles and climbing
fall leaves like ice provide my sliding door
as the rain like lines defines me
try to soldier on to find the one
i rest upon the shoulder on this
peculiar evening without stars
as though wishes overshadowed, or weighted
they had fallen in teardrops from the sky
will it snow tonight at last?
leaving everything truly black and white
how long before i slave dance
to the meandering rhythm of her eyes
evasive as they sway from side to side
the spoils of war, this grand diversion
in her aversion that keeps me wanting more
lioness or huntress in hiding her pleasure to pounce
though fearful from all the prayers that preyed upon her
caged in a fortress i've yet to penetrate
while my senses become but five more ways
that you invade me, my guard is down to feel alive
when words like warriors fall
their negotiations and compromises, the failed truce
seduced in moments by truths that can only take time
your mind, your body is a battlefield
in which i long to play wit
fall intoautumnal, atonal
this lover's breeze forgives
while summer's sin
stands still in declination
ceasing to spin long enough
for gold and crimson kin
to find branch's crisp, dry grin
they fall into
the sun cleaves leaves
as jocund, jostled fireflies
wire their dance upon
wooded path, that's clapped
urged by finger twigs, clasped
nestled in vines that shiver
down the bark's stark back
collapses on streaming banks
spinal arcs of pillow green
they fall into
wrestling the rustled colors
rushing, giddy, bloodied sheets
muddied over course with blush
liquid blades of grass proffer
to hear your confession, privately
genuflection of absolved trees
brought to knees by autumn's pleas
they fall into
preparing to winter here
embraced, or withered
seeping to suspended sacrifice
on horizon's steady altar
the sun's reflection staggers
falters, burns like lighthouse candle
in glazed winter window eye
warmth of sorry sleep which
i fall into
free timefree time
that false burrowing monster,
dug from wet earth grave
given our daily ghostdance,
as though leaping, leaving
all the world behind us,
jumping the well-laid
tracks, to run free on firmer ground,
once chased, over and over
and around his tail,
got his hands on that
little rascal, sat
with that writhing beast,
clawing, biting yellow tinted teeth
but thought he heard the train coming,
and let go
just to have something to do.
like the carnivallately,
i realized you like the carnival
'cause this ride's machiavellian
consonant with the bumper cars
thrill of impact, you collide
run over anything, meld
or fragment anyone, for fun
just for one won doll
dissolve, like cotton candy
tongues the sun's rotisserie
lovers steal 'round a corner
escape the breaking shower
sleet mist's burdened brow
sends the revelers scattering, as
steam wants to be remembering
her laugh was summer sex
sticky, just hangs in the air
melts you to an asphalt stain
for someone else to stroll into
right out this tent's torrent
glimpse gusts on the tip of my...
(bent and salty, the pretzel stand)
dancing 'bout the pouting sideshow
familiar scent of something baked
you just ate, your breath, piercing
my eyes, the whine seeming
balloon animals, reticent to yield
like sweaty fingers, squeaking
from magician's tears
whisper calliope once blew
tracing of my face away, so
bloodshot eyes and ruddy lips
read like mind of a harlequin
laughs, mirrors t