Full House

The image of her body
holding wet memory
to enter the gate once again
expressing sweet nothings
explaining concussions
to jabber away...

holding in the pattern
repeating visions in matter
that terror of missing escaping

discharging chagrin
of the sickness of sin
racing to begin again

bullets jigging
little earthquake raking
a form of healing so hideous

only twice can that taste
cause the held image to stagger
in reality of twenty and four later
the magic of the words
engorging the herds

worlds away
children you say?

The dust settles with her cards on the table
and he excuses himself to secretly flush
the royal seed...

he thinks:

"She has beaten me."

The Bridegroom's Nurse

Only one dream
recurring
and the theme
is reassuring
that behind all the foreplay
my bride will be coming.

Nothing more fantastic
than hers and her orgasmic
drinking of the darkness
just to cure his light.

But she has no reminder
of hidden places
more diviner
wanting the running water
to cure her insanity.

She washes his sin
to play once again
and soon
she is coming
no more dreaming.

A Muse [Without Fail]

All the resource goes
to construct of the moat
there within the castle king hides
devoid of entertainment
but wise
exuberant frugality
exorbitant joviality
you can hear him laughing inside.

And when the drawbridge falls
with the invitation to enter in
all the expensive fun
turned into memories of kids
distracted rushes in...

It is his.

Feel the tower keep
watching and working.

Summer's Hunter

Saturn has beautiful tricks
stretching out its limits
thirty years eight times it takes
and that is lightening quick.

Antares awaits its opposing limb
Antares debates with its warring twin
Antares now appears
getting the colder shoulder's analog
(both are well read.)

Mars high on its elbow grease
now moving as the transit pass
   
     Venus - Moon - Sun

Dancing the solar belt
in triplets these things seem
doubled at each junction
conjoining names

Allegorical entertainment
mimicry and mockery
facetious spare tires
the Summer Hunter
is slim and plump
the belly the eye of a Scorpion
the horn of a Carriage
the altar of a Bird
and there is the third
unmentioned...

The Eagle to accompany.

Saddle Light Waves

Ain't gonna win no nascar race
but went for a test drive
as the moonshine wanes.

And many gallons you will see
Shiva me timbers is moving.

And Abraham (Jew Pater) falls
upon the Angel's Ram
the Virgin lay's out her full hand
with the wheat and corn
coming in your yard.

To Anticipate the Coming Valley of Mercury

That blinding dawn
anticipating the scent
of the signal sent
shining twins
glistening
entering again
some paradise
in between
fusing the ash
rushing off the dust
burning.

Dusk moon rising
leaving the follower behind
again reflecting
inspiring
filling her emptiness
with the self already complete
quicksilver replete
as always half a body does
all these actors do.

Forbidden worship
passion scorned
this sweat drips for her more
hidden spirals
dancing in efficient golden salinity
ready to repeat over
and over
and be a fraction of the desire before
a seed
absorbed
blinding the arrows of a lethal dawn
with Lucifer conjoins
so hot going in
opposite directions.

The Field of a Dozen Dead Tribes (Part One)

I

Their arrival at the gate
the beginning and the end of the date
where they had agreed
to trust each other at the finish to leave.

The gate was gaping open
more than living communication
this was the threshold of the field
of the fallen fold.

They both knew
the social mistakes they made in conversation
but what they were about to do
would trod that false skin in to oblivion.

II

Like awakened he suddenly grabs her
in shameless banter uncaring
of his bad breath
ignoring the softness of her breast
he says:

You'd better run in that field of dead stones
did you bring your phone?
because otherwise I guarantee you're alone
your screams and your pleas
are all this monster longs for now
feed it and survive the night.

Like from some coffee house fairy tale
just here only death and no caffeine spell
she feels no shame in his coarse hands
but she resists to feed the monster
and says:

You foolish boy I thought you were a man
you will never satiate this monster you awake
I will escape to survive this contrived night
and dance upon your limp corpse
singing in delight.

III

They both were repelled by one another
feeling the guilt in the darkness of their word
but even worse was the smile of the monster
even better they'd awoken.

That last primal communication
in eye contact they have chosen
there was more than the physical corpses
surrounding this moonlit night.

To obey the fangs they've been barking
he stood his ground
and she began running
only returning one look back leaving
her phone safe in the bushes
making sure he had seen
and out of turn
she screams:
I'm never alone Kid
and he dreams
about what she means
and in a tender thought he thinks
standing in the shadow
of a twisted tree:
I'll bet she means me.

IV

The thought that forms
rappelling down the spine
regurgitated back up
from heart beats blind
like a weasel in mythology
these steeds are ready to part
from the traditions of these twelve tribes
only about half of which are stars
visible in specters of light
enlightening the grass
where life will breed
they grind and collide
their emotions in kind
destructive play
in an attempt to satiate
and survive this contrived night.

V

In her heavy breaths
so steady she's been training
occurring to her just this moment
is her wayward unladylike behaving
surprised that not all her wet
is sweat.

Oh to what end will be upon my hands
when I'm full of his seed will he still
my heart again and steal
my feet from the ground leaves
what he has awakened
this monster is quaking
but my feet are pounding
longing for his harsh hair
and as she speeds through
the shadow of a crooked tree
she dreams of how passionate
tonight's sex will be.

VI

And he waiting
he holding a cigarette would be
if he were as weak as common men be
and a tear forms about where this life has lead him
and the erotic joy he will soon experience
a second thought about the loneliness
his physicalness tries to cure
with his prowess in his style of sexiness
however tomorrow will be just as cruel
but this night his love
is his object ready to be fucked
he heard that naughty tone she had
he thought about hiding her phone
but she would get mad.

VII

She stops
this is where I'll hide and pray
that he comes upon my body quickly
because tonight I'm hot
and right now I've got vigor
and it won't be long until...

shhh she breaths and calms the infant's thoughts
about the random bodies around the course
and she brings herself down into the party
thinking if he can't do it I'll finish it
getting credit for owing no man her climax.

VIII

He begins to run
after her to bring fruition to this fun
and then he'll rest
beside her flesh and take what he truly needs
through his mind pumps what is rare
not the orgasm ten thousand times he's been there
but the smell of her sweat
while his palms caress
in over sensitive cuddliness
we'll talk about tomorrow's chores
and close the windows on all his previous whores
and her hand on his chest
laughing at their shiny godliness
even over a truly bad joke.

IX

Knowing the yin and yang
Knowing they both are the same
Interchange
They are bound by this wonderful love
And this perfect dream
This date supreme.

Shivalry

Enamored in armor. 
Sitting alone in the castle 
The knight watches the sunset 
with his maiden dancing with her husband in silhouette
happy she is safe and strong 
but for the sadness of dawn. 

The concubines bring him meals 
and try to comfort his squeals 
but he just says leave me alone.

Wallowing is some spiritual sacrifice 
that only he and his imaginary angels believe. 
Some Middle Aged fool.

The Definitions of Unworthy Words

Spent casings
in the makings
spiraling in tests as the bullet head flies

recharged and artificially enlarged
pumped full of unleaded energy

mockery repeatedly
pat on the back acceptedly
approved and proven a man.

This lingam limp in olden time
had its last dance and she did shine
the shoes of tight skin
and happy alcohol sippin'
the vestige of the dictionary
stopping the shredding of the gunpowder lust.

Shoot off at the mouth
red bull in the house
diminishing in silence as the soul within hides.

A Dawn (My Ruddy Male Heart)

Just seeing the silhouette through the veil
my powerful heart beat real ruddy and male
making me more than I seemed before
like conversations that disappear.

This mirror I made
a keyword in the media today:
is the sickness the chicken crossing the road
or an existential ground up toad?
For a witches brew
in my horseless carriage I go
to fulfill my shopping list
the echoes I kiss
on the lisp.

A cusp of the hollow stance
a punch and a dance in the most high sun
or in the full moon run
it is these little things growing to know
the subtle outline around the veil shows
shadows over time shorten and then throw
off their existence like a bat in the dawn
I thrust back the curtain to gain
my naked eyes layed upon the light that comes
so blinding in the beauty
being hidden from me I burn.

She slowly slides back the veil and laughs
because my ruddy male heart she's won.

Partial to Her Riddles

Empty handed and cloaked
joked and stoked
inspired
for real

let go flow
grow

contact
rained upon
unwritten thought known

again alone here speaking more
conversation in soul
fog held on
go

fractal don't show
simplicity on how protection woes
warring in battle external program embedded

assured devils smile at one another
dancing in needle portals
holding

open handed
heart construct
above to look up
not the first
not the last word

yes or no?

effects to be wrought out in dreams about
the hesitation made in decisions
bronchial shape
ripping oxygen
even
reduction to the place of honor
return
caught on the horizon
like a thousand women
unverified
leap where no light escapes
and torn in two and boiled
time increased the cook

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!