Vespertilio

At the bottom of the world
Rising a soul
When the sun had just set
Venus at her peak
Shining the ashen evening light
Another brick in my wall
Nothing but net
Conceived in the hoop
Springing to life
Taking a breath
The Lybat
Vespertilio I give thy name.

Welcome to my world Morning Star
Have a seat
Feel Free.

On(e) Home

The Tree will let you count its leaves
The Tree will let you stare
The Tree will let you carve her name
The Tree won't leave you bare
The Tree will let you cut it down
The Tree will grow again
The Tree will out live your love Man.

Holding its memory in its sap.

Evaporate humidity
atmospheric conditioning
treat The Tree like it wants to be Man
and you will still be there.

Fruit of the Soul

Dimensionless the fruit
of the soul you must eat
it sits on the table
before and thereafter
to be picked at by the sneak
who during the meal nibbles in fast
smiling at the treasures he has.

And as written upon the curtain
their chatter
of banal matter
still sitting on the table untouched
is the endless supply of the soulful lust
screaming in real irrationality
to be devoured by the likes of anybody.

Then that dessert
that pie
the overturned table
still the endless supply
suffering the payment of labor
and the elusive control and punishment
of the slack soul devouring
the infinite crumbs of their semblance of rationality.

Poison Tips

What's all the hubbub?
gimmie a high five atl-coatl
shooting you'd be
no flesh at all
every hot wheel
I 'n' you for a ride.

What's all the hoopla
twisting the plot
this primitive psychology
got me all bothered.

All nasal
blowhard
as if the soul
healed your eccentricity
as if you yourself
held the key
to electricity
cosign my sin
and fill 'er up
Wave.

The cavity
Eros the journey
little chubby lover boy
as if any prize was more majestic than me!

I can hear your numbers approaching
MY infinity.

Fly

Blind the fold
palate the visual field
paint your scent
down my throat
intrude
display
chant the image you can't withold
keeping the rhythm with your scold
make new the energy
refuse to grow old
this twisted tongue
tortures my come
there are things so wrong
that would destroy you pure
and then I'd laugh
so immature
alone you stroke
quick in this weak end
I'll show you the enemy
it's quite a handful
it's so wrong
dark and mistaken
slowly slide
these word corrupt to become a frown
for no smile I seek
in contorted bones
thrust
psycho drone
hurry and come alone
come back home
and heal.

Television

Down by the shed
I saw the rabbit dead
and the Pleiades overhead
ramming the pile of shit instead
roadkill
but the shades are cool.

Down by the shed
the rabbit I named
Arnie
and in the box with the other dancing star
not as bright as Sirius by far
red eyed on hiatus
her hair matching
no free lunch
just an absence of air.

Down by the shed
the twins are fall
in the eastern sky at dawn
and the fox is silent
in vanity I warn
the horn in the wax of the crown
the Lion growls.

Down by the shed
the grey skies torn
in darkness rounded the ration
the fingers fitting the glove
of the skin because
artificial being born
to replace the original
mistaken before
every copy.

Down by the shed
after the occult of blood red
the glow lost in shadow
and will come again
that second hand shine
sinister in wine
weeping
no contact.

Down by the shed
the rabbit still dead
roadkill from the northern
most light
tip top
ship shape
occlusion great
horseless and paved
the trail leading to the shed.

They

are good
with tools...

and have mapped all the stars
but one they lose.

Roadkills end trails
are tails.

Finish Chant

The poor traits
and the barking dogs
the seven mountains
and the wrestling scars
the interactions of seasons
and the overlapping of words meanings
cars exhausted the helical stars.

Matching the work of ages past
with colours and sins
of grammatic lasts
carving new paths
so put upon.

Out of sync
in mistaken pranks
little Jack sharpens
his wit
and masks
the mess on his hands
from the righteous meal
of heaven's bread
like the lion's heel.

Paint for me
new genes
that trickle down
incoming things
shiny and playful
the age of bursts
novae
words.

Underly the line in error
develop the negative
and smile
in the mirror
for living again is the treasure suffered
let's go in shallow composition
dirty our feet.

In shame bread
the beginning of the spell
dwell
in ironic emotionless print.

Oh - if I could only die!

Just Before Halloween

Burn the hay bale to ash
while catching the breeze's hot release
letting its sparkle fly
in the face of the first rays
of shame radiantly display
as if it were one and its own mind
just one venting and drinking
waiving its own being
technique to divide
come bind the names
pleasure is base
unzip and spiral away
like the terrible efficient galaxy
combined just greater than three lovingly
an irrational cherry on a mean golden apple pie
progressing and impressing
the rising Virgo.

Venial joviality
good clean fun
conjunction come.

If it violates a code
the bill will be placed
on the table
and take the trick like
the lapping of liquid candy.

Wine and squeal
for water.

Wax and reel
in the Altar.

Splash the midnight Eagle's blood
on the fishes face
eating the holy last meal
happily and quickly.

Suck the straw
from the culled cup
Zahariel fucks in front
the holy yard
she's screaming
for another Mars bar
accepting
Jupiter from behind
looking forward
craving
more of the sweet conjunctive sugar.

Come not
too early dingbat
consummate this union late
trying out this alien costume
like leaping Elektrum
waving from Aerial's earthly throne
Adam's family growing
before the Lilith then Eve.

Harvest inconsolable fire
and tell the tale
breeding into worlds entire
relax
and carve the Jack red
for the offspring
smashed in the shimmer again...

a start to confession
of the crown's brilliant Sin
before Winter's begin.

The Coming Sin

Like a Lunatic 

she comes early.

Just like Venus
she lags behind.

Now they both wax
opposites siding the sun.

Quicksilver turns and dives in the mix
to join the fishing party
the first day of Mother's morning
to harvest the shrimps on the Barbie.

The boat's on the Eucalyptus
so regular like a little kitten
cute as a koala
excited about the maelstrom's past
the scythe and sickle so subtle a difference
silly and hovering on the border down under
wanting to stay
covering the mirror
wanting more next time around.

So the vacation begins
finally hidden again
slowly falling to try to match Mercury.

Come Quickly!

Ilmatar: The Dawn of another First Day in the 43rd Year (The Occultation of Venus)

In the place of Kiwan there is a stationary voice.  A little lion's king.  Timbre at the pit drinking water.  The Regulator singing.  And Saturn is the key wand at evening shines but I skip too far ahead.  There are seven masses, yes seven centers, and they follow as ordered on that day rising in descent as seen:  Sin - Libat - Aria - Nirigh - Bil - Nbu - Shamish. The energy had risen full already erect and hidden above and coming down prolific, auspicious, virtuous, resplendent, and sublime.  A thunderous heart red beats in triplets in key with the two directly above as jolted onward from nutritious bread intaken from below. The base appears hidden then to pussyfoot first above the crown but quickly finds its place but this half skips ahead and the former is late.  When the root becomes exposed the crown and eye remain bright.  Finally in full radiance only the First and Last remain visible:

  Then those rings rise

invisible to the eyes

and set hidden out of sight

down under my horizon

the horns within The Eye

or some negative like turned on

end apparent combined

masses

all hell breaks loose and outspoken

is replication

into a base sexual vessel

like warriors thrusting ingested

Hey-Zeus circulated

that quickens the lucid frenzy

in lingua never heard

in screams seeking to climax

the imagination and the virgin shaman...

...lastly calm darkness only visible is the key wand that skipped a head in the mud already to rise again like bringing oxygen to his children: Saturn in the Djinn smoke shines like the tip lit of a Ziggurat in honor.  And when Kiwan is finally gone a Paradise (as if this description hadn't fit a thousand times); the sea beasts once again rise all the way on the other side.

Anymore would describe a second day

the next day

of All Mother.

Ether

Ether on the inside
in the mind
reiterate

Perpetual romance
thorns

Elemental

Ether

Misty woman
a foggy harangue
sitting in honor my subject
self related harlequin
appreciation
riddling again
calmin'

The ether stalk
constant
unchangeable
unmoveable
ever present
budding
over conscious
taking action

Seeking more
singularity
the sign
and the warn
the worn
torn apart
convalesce
coalesce
gathering light
raging in darkness

Yet Ether
oh my Ether
there you are
complete
and in this ache
standing apart
there is nothing I can give
but this entertainment
of your childish
rebellious spirit

Ether grows
in terrifying greatness
I look you up.

Journey of the Mudskipper

Ash to Ash
Eye to Eye
for the first time
equal shine
rise again

Enlighten the uninhabited mouth
linger in phosphorescent chain
to maintain territory
display in the mudskipper
the strength of moist guttural breath
that energy that reproduces flesh
flash in the core
encephalized spine
luminesce
fire electric
come
emerge from the sea
breed Earthen sons.

Take a ride down
the water slide
The Gorgon budding
beauty stoning
high & dry

The spider wacked out
forty years to climb
for the first time
just not a rind
not too high
barely aware
just prepare for the summer's twins.

Gone fishing
nappy neck
pass the heart
and the instrument
fin :

Oh eye storm once again Jupiter

Caress the breast
passing the cup
fin :

Let winter start
in the womb to carve
speak of the racer
put away
black car to crow
fin :

Soul stands center
out of the fare tale fall
Saturnalia
crossing Saturn itself

Through the lamp it thaws
onto the panicked pipe
the spilled pool
splash
rolled the dice
into the deep spring
to end injected like a
Hook.

Conceived in absence
over a moon
raise the Altar
emergent summer's egg
and the vacant tongue goes down
to the ashen eye
of the Eagle twins
on opposite fields

soon sleeping
nested
in evening
retro rise.