Just A Little

Just A Little

You know, before just the smell

You are pushing it
You are . . .
Really pushing it

As far as you can push it
As far as you . . .

Mastication
Grinding enamel
Muscle, enamel, muscle, enamel
Saliva to the grind

Is the flesh?
Really?
Now?

Is this . . .
Pushing it . . .?
You are

All up to the swallow,
Consecutive constriction lubricated . . .
Is this a descent you can stomach?

Constriction
Pushing it
Really
Now
Swallowed too hard to refuse

It is flesh,
Meat,
You are
Really
Pushing it
Now

This Drone Reflected

THIS DRONE REFLECTED

THIS CODEX MEANT
for less eyes to see
THIS TOME CHECKS DEATH
to know if you’ve arrived
THIS LOAN SEEKS WEALTH
supplying you with your fare
THIS MOMENTS WED
gone with your convictions
THIS HOME BRED IT
deceived by the first slap’s wail
THIS CHROME TECH’NIK’D
bone cog blood lube wheel
THIS MIND PROTECTED
social anvil law hammer cudgel cudgel
cudgel
THIS COP RESPECTED
sacrament is wholly, he is just a man
THIS TIME METHOD
calm down You must answer
THIS EYE PECKED AT
pre – third to see all
THIS MODE TEST
fallen to blood in a dream?
THIS CRONE NESTED
rifle feathered her young one’s bowl of
twigs
THIS BOND CARESSED IT
torn to ribbons in red and white
THIS HONED PRECINCT
this is my roof, eat and you shall be
with me
THIS ZONE WRECKED
faction in friction in-surgent society
THIS MOAN CREDIT
silent as a dog whistle

THIS BONE CRUSH BED
drink it, it’s good for you
THIS THROWN COURT TEXT
hard binding come paper-back
life
THIS CHROMOSOME HEIGHTENED
we will Work you out
THIS OWNED SIGHTED
I shall never leave me again

THIS DRONE REFLECT

THIS DRONE REFLECTED

This Solution

This Solution

Dis
Dis sol
Dis sol ve
Dis sol u tion

Dis
Dis soul
Dis soul we

De
De soul
De soul me

Dis
Dis soul
Dis soul u

Dis soul fusion

Thus Enter Great Aeon

Thus Enter Great Aeon

Dis
Dis in
Dis enter
Dis enter grate
Thus enter great aeon
Splinter grade paean
Thus integral nation
Thus internal negation
Cinder appellation
Thus final fate own
Thus beginner emaciation
Meter cessation
Thus meant mate pay on
Thus censor negate moan
Sinner frustration
Thus banter state wrong
Thus preserve collation
Lent abate spine
Thus sever the pattern
Thus central hate upon
Eternal summation
Thus temper elation
Thus maker ill ration
Speak per dictation
Thus meaner placation
Thus hip intimation
Whether we wait from
Thus rest on equation
Thus for reiteration
Slender evocation
Thus reaper slake firm
Thus peter out son
Misinterpretation
Thus bleaker weight know
Thus heap ‘o salvation
Emancipation
Thus scripture relay pun
Thus meeker station
Thinned age parade home
Thus teacher blade song
Thus freak lure safe home
Hand made delayed tome
Thus choicer fake known
Thus per too late sown
Trusted splinter grazed zone
Thus truer spirit flown
Thus better made person
Thus immense masturbation

As Only Money

As Only Money

After the daylight saved
A glimmer in the dusk flashes gold
Silver reflect sky wanes softening wide
Diffused street-light luminescent upon young skin cool
Breeze fluttering shadow leaves
Between a glint flashshone secreted eyes

Black on white lines
Everything bright is trailed by red

The trick is free
In the night trapped multiples
Green, yellow time
Turned on faith
Pandora fantasy
Insatiable trickling down

Oozing only as money
Adolescent bodies strain
Towards selections descending window

I Saw Your Ghost

I Saw Your Ghost

Asphalt soul unsaid I’m amazed
To gaze in your stead ghost
Walk’n down the street
Look’n for a hold
Often bestowed just
Up ahead . . . I follow
Bear’n
My coffin-load

I see host meet gathered shade
All heat cherry beam walk’ n
Window beat daring
Clear tricked cold street
Just ice
Just pass’n by way
Fare’n

Steered to your ghost
Look’n back through me
Strike’n tears untold waves
Rolling cheek foamed sea
Believing
An honest soul
I just couldn’t bear
Leave’n

I see whole host
Walk’n found trist beat
Wand’n clear an cold
Thick as thieve heat
Just pass’n by way
Fare’n

My trust found now allowed
Grounded in steed your ghost
Often road shall me
Walk’n down this street
Searing oh so bold as
Unseen
I can follow
I can follow through
Bear’n
Your coffin-load

Wholly Within

Wholly Within

Wholly with in the host
Rift walk’n beat most driven
Cherry beam given shear youth
Wander’n clear meat cold shriff
Short pass’n trick buy way
Fare’n Fitzroy

Dead straight a head diamond
Sight reared ruby an red in flight
Headed light beam leads the street
Rent walled long beat sandstone
Streaming brown leaf moist tar walk
Staring babe stalk bent ahead to be followed
Parked Green to be fed ‘mongst choice youth
Shaddow share’n slowed hollow on Kunst road truth
Stoped as the scene
Embarked and keenly bear’n a coffin load

Now I see you your boast feat unfurled
Un-passed ghost flees fleet as in lou
Sure cast-through on some sleek way
Unpaid neat as it is free from this world

Far mirage ‘lusive phantom in open slather sin
Gathered with shade car strobed skim ransomed
Youth proposed conducive to hand
Some offer fade from the truth proffered window vain
Farce choice far mirage ‘lusive ghost flash volition
Voiced most fraught of marred past enlarge
Starred recognition taught fast

Lust hole life ghost
Look’in back through me
Struck on coast told tears shoal
Dry luck fears on wrist bones
Waved rolling cheek foam free

Leading my stray grieving male-a-day
Sub-stitched mute eye crowd astute
Betrayed by muse hail tall
Rich tales affront an effective de-lay
Perspective in full derailed punk vestial
Pulled soul stepping terrestrial honest
Sight arrested heaving me the illusion whole
Flight retrieveing a soul I could’nt Be
Leaving in a soul
I couldn’t bear leave’in

Brother Blood Oath

Brother Oath Blood

Behind the eyes, to the left hand sky
Found appearance in a clearing mid-forest
No light fell where I realized
Kneeling, immense pressure affront
Weighing heavily arm thrust forward and held
As joined at some mirror reflection
All male to the knees
Met on the strain at our wrist
Insight an untrue likeness
On laden cognition

Encircled absent light fraternal
Uncommon such strength to Blood
Oath on bonds beyond affection

Avowed Blood allegiance burns
Cut diagonally crossed wristed forearms
Tied firm as one, interlocked
Moist soaking slight slide
Bleeding lubrication
Leather thronging hangs freely below the knots
Directing flow to co-mingled cup below

Confirmation stills the grain
Philous loyalty mingling
Our Blood flows under a strand of turf
Raised by a spear
Lydia sliced fore armed skin
To I lick your wrist then bound

My brother
As my own soul
Covenant concluded
Taking great delight
Seeking death to fore warn

Jealous Admiration

Jealous Admiration

Present so pleasing
It that your thing?
Really ---------- Are you actually Equal?
Saccharine slide to NutraSweet
Begging to be believed
Why else --------------------
Ever open in the ease of protection
I can offer also, out of reach
Desire so little to do
Willing, the thrill in exhibit
Comes with this stance
Pandora rules paid down
From parameters laid
Pride is not nearly enough
As you see it or not
Your humility, attractive as it is
Not quite believable to knowing eyes
Can your soul ---------- never available
Bound by your social adherence . . .
Unable to step out
You shall never step up

Please, there is little in these
Desire must be an override
For humble, reserved . . .
Charm wears thin
Is a Man
Where is the exertion ----- decisive
An absolute control, drawing
As some inertia
From the speed of your beauty
At the point where it is still . . .
On offer ----------
Is it?
Were you ever?
Does the point exist?
Can you see?
Hear?

Your Wish

Your Wish
PART A

Lad, your wish. There is no lean
Hard enough for Pandora ---------- The grains
Have not been unkind ----- Laying
Road yet before

Some masculinity, seeming easy
At birth, well designed
Clear in the eyes of others
Naturally as Ego, denied by no mirror
Reflected opposite ----- All is not quite . . .

It takes a Great Deal
To support a man
Control caged as under belief
Blind as faith, a manner men are so capable of
Requiring ----- A man is a question
He Is dying to know

Here, it appears more than in order
Enough to draw breathe from memory
Presenting as conditioned confidence
Appearances ------ Even here with me
A double-sided ease out of reach
Almost medical, but for the firmness

Sweetness, were you? ----- Really,
Seriously -------------------- Rare
There is no refuting your beauty
Is that all?
I am perilous
From where is the threat?
Professionally it is not up to you
Commodity ----- Is this prize blocking your ears?
Ease exists only in one place


PART B

Had you been listening
Ears open Eyes ---------- Do you Hear?
See ---- You attempt Pandora, unblocked
The turnover ----- frequent
Hear, is a point
You, unwilling to roll
There are punches
For which you are unprepared
Taken without thought
To roll, as easy as I turn cheek

Boy tall Boy
Do you wish a-men sooner,
Your road is a head
Or, so you think ----- Already there?
Never knowing, for the halt
Drawn up so well by society
It takes a man
To roll over ----- cheek by cheek
Roll on turn by turn

No one has asked anything of you
It seems more than in order
Denied by no mirrors
Do you have questions for me?
Have you understood? ----- Ears
Open Eyes
What is this?
With ease
Shall you ever find your roll in it?

Terribly Masculine

Terribly Masculine

Terribly masculine ----- where are you
Eyes - Man ----- Do you comprehend
The extent of your gaze? ---------- Believably
Horizons mirage, naturally
Where are you ---------- vantage:
Do you know
Where you are going?
Seen the road? ----------Or are you?

See -------------------------------------
You never been ----- so eager
All greener, no guarantee
Soft underfoot ---------- it’s not the point,
You’d have felt it

Travelling hard can carry only so much
Loose the tickets
How willing are you to build calluses
Rubbed hard blistering to burst?

Places ---------- Do you see? ---------- Places
The point
Multitudinous
Re-cognition, it’s to have Seen
Stand under, look up
Or is it? ---------- Do you only See?

Been ---------- Be ----------Being
Hear?
Places, as you ask
I don’t believe you,
Never been ---------- Do you See?
Unforeseen ---------- For all your confidence,

Lens me your desire ---------- Eyes a little longer open
Reflect back ---------- Flash Light ---------- See your iris contract
Unable to reduce light quick enough,
Suitability, no choice ---------- opinion beyond physical,
Not quite preparation ---------- The mirage
Re-member, ease comes rarely delivered

Despite your request ---------- This Place
Faith is blind ---------- Do you See?
Saddle light ----- reigned in
Are you seated?
Willing?

As Ones Own Soul

As Ones Own Soul

It came to be that at the meeting of the Masters
The Son first laid eyes on Him.
Passing electric between
The Son’s very soul became bound with His soul –
An ardent male affection;
And The Son began to love His soul as his own.

He, having reached a profitable agreement with The Father,
So that from that day forward He would be as The Fathers own son.
Then the Father took Him
On that day and he did not allow
Him to return to His father’s house
Knowing not his own Sons heart so
Glad for the masculine camaraderie

Thus in domestic privacy beneath the same roof,
The Son proceeded to conclude secretly a covenant,
Tightly binding him to Him – slicing the forearm
To the flow of blood intermingled as the force of Blood Oath drank.
Blood Brothers because of his loving Him as his own soul.
Furthermore The Son stripped himself of the leather jacket that was on him,
So that he gave it to Him along with all of his garments,
Including his knife, his gun and belt.

Dressed thus The Father looking on, saw his Son.
Then it was that He began going out wherever The Father would send Him.
The favor of the dutiful Son now exceeding his father’s expectations.
His actions so efficient that The Father set Him over his household
And his business seeing only the profit of increase

The Father came to comprehend that his General
Had become the favor beside his Son.
And the people came to be with Him also giving their hearts to Him.
Due diligence to success breeds a jealousy for fame. Contemptuous,
The Father, from the day that his women sang His praises forward,
Began to look suspiciously upon Him. Harboring envy most terrible
Read as age gathering haste into the face. Until The Father saw
That his Son’s heart was more-so given to Him.

A deep cloud darkened one day so
That Gods bad spirit facilitated operative
Within the Father so that he behaved
The Black Shaman rampant - the house storming
Towards such strains as
He was playing music with his hand
As in former days,
A gun was in the Fathers hand
And the Father proceeded to fire
“I shall splatter Him to the wall”
Yet He dodged the bullets
Turning aside metal twice

Then the Father became afraid of Him
Because of Gods favor poured out
Proved to be with Him
Whilst God is now entirely departed from the Father
Consequently the Father removed Him
From his household, from his Company
And yet the people’s hearts continued to be with Him

One night tryst close after
Overheard by his Son The Father spoke secretly
To all his men once more
Wishing to have Him put to death, whereupon the Son
Whose great delight is taken in Him
Came quickly to his Brother warning:
“My Father has placed a good price on your head,
Please be on your guard
In my morning bed you must dwell secretly
And keep yourself well hidden
Until my Father departs for the day.
I for my part shall go out and certainly stand at my Father’s side
To him I shall appeal:
“Father, do not be given to sin
Against an innocent man yet to sin ‘gainst you.
Why should you sin against the innocent blood
Of one once trusted so near?
My own brother?”

It was the face of God
Understood in his own Son’s countenance -
That he may not sin against God
The Father did consent to comply,
Turing aside from his plans
To put Him as was his own Son,
Loved as his own soul -
To a young death

And The Son ran to his Brother
Taking Him up in his arms
Philae Brothers as one rejoicing
Glad in His heart for His Brother
His soul cried:
“Your Father must surely know that
I have found favor in your eyes.”

Once Again Open For Trade

From off Planet,
Come on - no terrestrial foot fall
Back? That I am
How I do not know

Off Planet

Travelling at light speed, so very stationary - a stillness pure as to be perfectly comfortable. And the light caught up, darkened everything so that I can not see for all the white. The deal is, as long as the light speed travels, I can see - fast as still - now I spin at the inertia of the globe, the light from ever so far ago takes much longer to reach me. Soon however I will look up again, through the street-lights and city towers to count stars once again. It shall take me light to get there again and in the time shining down I will post once more.

Sole Leather Laces

Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar
Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole
Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather
Belt Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces
Button Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt
Fly Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button
Tie Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly
Button Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie
Collar Sole Leather Laces Belt Button Fly Tie Button

Some Promise

Some Promise

Part B

Awaiting . . . Expectant . . .
In time
In time
Anxiety sensed synaptic . . .
Impulse direct to nerve fray
In time
In time
Unmeasured tethers end
Goaded on suspense
In time
In time
Anticipation grasped tightly
To a physical sequence of symptoms
In time
In time
Obstructed on unknown ques
On minds conjuration
In time
In time
In time

Eternity
In time
It is supposed

Supersonic

Supersonic Here


Here I am
I can
Not
Here I am
Can you
Here I am
I must
Be
Here I am
Can’t you
Here I am
I want to
Here I am
Listen
Here I am
You are not
Looking
Here I am
Why can’t you
Here I am

I need to tell you
Yet
You travel at the speed of sound
I at the speed of light

You can not
Hear

Cammus

Cammus

Glory
Disaster
Without transition
Indulge mechanically
Lying fantastically
Dust
The red light
Reputation
Favors
Admit it
Soared in bliss
The mortal state
Salacious monkey
Immortality
Over
The pain of living
The whole past
Lucid intoxication
Restores silence
Debauchery

Through You Are

Through You Are

I’ve not
Forgotten
Disengaged
Closed your eyes
Turned away do not look back at all
You fail to sea
It’s the horizon, my will is weak
Do not look back at all
Turn away avert your gaze
Transparent you are through
Seen and un-seen through
Do not look at me at all
I see through you are

Stumbled Tumbling

Stumbled Tumbling

Some full apprehension
Stumbled tumbling subterranean decension
Dirt and root this grasping chute whipping keen by
Sliding at speed thrashed raw on the weeds
Plunging deep earth ever ancient unknown
At the motion, mercy obstruction
Broke speed on an impact distilled
Unconscious mettle mistrust
A sense prolonged to a lull
Beneath settling ruble and dust
Inertia slowed, thrust smack against the inside of the skull

Slippery

Slippery

Standing
Shall low tide
Ebb fluently
With no thing
Nothing to halt me
Travelling in all to hurtling
The break-neck-speed
All but beyond me, until presently
Just the problem, so slippery
In tide
You encroach me almost physically
A tempting, pensively
Poor fool
To breach me quite openly
Dry mouth empty
Soft
As you fail in me

It’s the hype man gratuitously
Take the
Hoax man
Deep
Below the super fishy sea

70%

70%

Part A

Moist
Organs
70%
As I am
Now
Shrink-back, tightening
Reduction on exposure
Blown round forms
Naturally used to containment
Openness invites alien hostility
An atmospheric astringent
It is all over
Exposure

I hang
Slit, gaping, all
But flapping on this dry wind
Grace blown apart
My broken water
No longer the full immersion
Required for homeostasis



70%

Part B

Ruptured
Breach
Rending
The largest organ
Dysfunctional stationary
Systems remain enclosed
On prospective continuance

Despite evaporation
Vanity’s futile supply
Salivation weeping
Mucus lubrication
More than membranes permeable
Air converts to blood
But millimeters
From the expanse
On which it’s drawn

Slit
From anus to nostril
Allowing . . .
Curtains more splayed than drawn
Gradually darkening organs
Dry on a contact
Dehydration congealing

Water reliance
Inhibits electrical impulse
Conductivity
Exposed
Synapse to synapse
Serotonin crystallized
Solid

Circuits obstructed
Loops
Reflected
Refracted

Hung
Draining below
Exposed
Evaporating above

60%
50%
40%
30%
20%
10%
5%
Desiccation

Between The Light

Between The Light

We have settled here
Where no roads lead,
Enclosed within forest
And the lurking in between the light.

Around our houses
All trees have been felled
To a vast pastures bathed in light
And we can see as far as our bounds.

Open to the sky,
Exposed on our sward
We are surrounded by the forest
And its lurking between the light.

At night when there is no light
Between which to lurk,
They come on the soaking darkness
And we light candles, bolt doors.

The setting sun invites shadows
Penetrating, trees or no trees
The forest converges on our sward
And this land becomes one.

So that they are free to come.

On Your Knees An Suk Up The Life

On Your Knees An Suck Up The Life

Blood flows
Blood congealed
Blood comes from
The weapons we wield

Strike now
And strike hard
Bring down your blows
Let the body be scarred

Strike now
Strike swift
That soul from flesh
You may easily lift

But most of all
Be sure to breach
Skin and veins cut
Allowing blood flow
Let the red life flow
Feel the flesh through the knife
Then down on your knees
And suck up the life

Twisting Existence

Twisting Existence

Twisting
The spiral it writhes,
Turning friction tissue on tissue,
A contact in movement.
Knotted loops lubricated,
Smooth sliding at the impossibility
Of taut tightening
Pulled side by slide.
Skin against configuration,
Motion thwarting the constellation of composition.
Construction wrung squeezed
The pressure,
Perpetual power enforced
Limitless such energy.

Containment?
A straining within;
Where by the parameters offer a constraint,
Implementing the tightening.
Is it contained?
Essential negation coating the eternal writhing.
Twisting twisting smoothly lubricated,
Rolling immense
Incessant interlacing,
All possibility permissive.

Stillness a false station.
Being
Enshrined in Existence,
Subject without exception.
Absolute Supremacy
Defines mass over distance,
Unrestrained.

This
IS
BE
Unimpeded

Cessation an illusion
Grasping paradox abstracted
In language.
So as its essential
Its nature in action
Is refused
By intrinsic possibility.

Writhing
The Supremacy Of Existence
IS
ABSOLUTE

Shear

SHEAR

Shear Hades, shaved close
To the bone, caging
The remaining shard
Heart Whole Sexed
A Curdling lament

The out-cry
Heralded ahead,
Once on high
Him fall
Him the liar

Upon the wind born
On the rolling white
Washed up sure of him sense
Able as none can afford
Human failings as cause

Him hating
Really there is no lie
With-holding
Truth
Him hating

Brother Beware

Brother Beware

Brother beware . . .
Do not miscalculate
Our mother.
Come on as your will
Before the twin peaks . . .
No longer against her
Until sun-rise
Divine well
In destiny’s palm.

Who could question
The brightness

Aruru . . .
Was there some promise?
There is a warning
In Ishtar.

I’m certain
That I was given
Someone’s word.

Yet here
Craters my brother
Whom I can not kill.

Shining a brilliance
That is
No reflection.

Neith You

Neith You

O standing clear
In the sound light speed
Above as the ground
Sheer into vision
Brought in directions face
Wide ‘gainst the skin
Set in the round
Come on
Come on
Bend down, kiss me
I’m coming on
And I know that you sky me
Deep blue as your skin
And your star eye open ground
Pound universal
Come on
Come on
O envelope
All light and sound
Bend down, kiss me

Behind Them

Behind Them

Daily struggle
Victory impossible
Mind
Desperate for no thing
But control
Somehow
To prevail
To retain

Without control mind operates
Fearful
Of its own accord
Anxious
Dreadful

Oblivious to the terrible danger
Posed
Naturally
You are dismissive

Only I can see
That every time
They examine me
It goes to stand behind them

Receptive

Receptive

Receptive
Will
Eye

More than seduction
The tranquility
More than enough
Sensation

Cellular saturation imbued
Just as
Desire to fulfillment
I Will

Impossibility for furtherance
Negates all necessity

In spite
It IS there

This state
Perfect completeness
Full
Sensational peace

The Human Will
Found
Wanting beyond need

To see

Felt absolute
Beauty parting the lids
To face God

Felt so beautiful burned
Onto my retina
The last thing
I saw

Deep Enough To Incise

Deep Enough To Incise

I see the pale hue
Not pink,
Not yellow.
I see the follicle pits
Punctuating
Smooth velvet and
Deep blue
Beneath.

A part . . .
Observing the flow.

Beckoning always.

Surface smooth.

Deep blue.

Beneath.

Depth enough
To incise.

It Is Ringing In Your Ears

It Is Ringing In Your Ears

Silence blistering silence
falls an infinite variation
in acid rain frozen snow flakes
fluttering gracefully through the atmosphere
to where they shall settle
melt and catalyze disintegration
Silence Serotonin
Silence Dopamine’s
fire
it makes not a sound
I am at an end
where no thought will suffice
Silence Constructs Silence
How many slaves are required to build a monument?
So many words
for ‘things’
So many figments
so many
infinite
Mouthing ‘transcendent’
beyond realization
a possibility beyond our consciousness
How much more
Imprisoned perception
How does one accept

HUSH NOW
HUSH NOW
HUSH NOW
Let me lull you
Shhhhhhhhhhhhh
Silence
Silence
Silence
Hush now do not listen

It’s ringing in your ears

Shade At My Hind

Shade At My Hind

What is to be done when It comes?
It does come, sometimes daily, sometimes weekly.
It can come hourly, but It comes, It always comes.
I can barely describe It let alone combat It.
All that I am certain of is that It is relentless, It is ruthless.
Non-corporeal I see It not, I hear It not.
By the time I sense It, It is already present.
Do I prevent It?
Is It preventable?
All that can be pinned down regarding It, are the
questions that accompany It.
So much so, that even this, this is made all but impossible
by Its presence.

For now It is here, arriving unannounced, immediately
sensibly undeniable.
Driving a wedge between self and any focused purpose,
It knows its target well.
Rarely does It’s endeavors fail.
Creeping behind every step I take,
a baleful shade always at my hind.

We See You

We See You

We see you
We follow your footsteps
We of the CC-TV-Eye
We are the voyeurs in blue
We now seek dominion over all
We will link a million eyes
We the all seeing
We the all knowing
We will become the infallible
We shall shatter the shackles of perspective
We are to become the divine right
We the will of the ruling
We the right hand
We the new lords of space and time
We command obedience
We who know no privacy
We who know no trust
We who know no freedom
We who know not the culture of creation

You
You need not fear us if your conscience is clear

In Side Out

In Side Out

IT has come
In my side
It has come Out
A great rose thorn in-clawed
From my side
Entering
Beneath the rib cage
Exiting
Above the hip bone
Out shoot green stemmed
To budding blood enfolded
Erectile tissue sponged
Hemoglobin flooded petals
Vermillion from
In Side
Out
Heavy the stemming strains
In
Beneath rib cage
Side
Above hip bone
Out
Weighing on thorn tearing grip
Bending the bud
Blood eye opening
Yellow pupil stamens stand
Centering a jaundice gaze
The blood eye rose
In Side
Out
Depleting
Opening to the fall
Unlashed ever curling petals
Dark soaked to consequence
Open to the fall
Spiral fluttering
Each petal splashing at ground fall
Spattering my shins crimson iron
Every petal drop pooling
At my feet
Dripping
In Side
Out

Am I So Convincing?

Am I So Convincing?

Am I so convincing?
Where is your spirit?
Do you value instruction
So very much?

Enter now
Execute your attempt.
That is what temptation is
All about!

Are you deceived enough
To be
So easily confused?
Can you not see
Your own
Neutrinos?

Elucidate . . .
Emanate more intensely
Than the Bringer
Of Light.

Please
These are fossilized tongues.
Can you not reach
Further back,
Smaller?

So much effort
To hide it ----------
An you know what ----------
I fear
Unafraid to sense it.

Night Creatures

Night Creatures

I have learnt to turn
To my own
Every shade of darkness
Dusk saturates soaking the world
Recognizing the shapes cast within
At my souls very stance
Such darkness I take
To myself
To my own
At the setting of the sun
Inhaling dusk
Exhaling
The creatures
As I keep
Within
Till
Night

Ascend The Silver Chair

Ascend The Silver Chair

Ascend the silver stair
Atop the wetted stone
Side-step feet well apart
Ten toes before the flow
Shoulder sleeve to elbow
Proximity to the touch
Care taken for the room
Enough to maneuver
Thumb to fore-finger draws
Down the steel teeth to part
Tucked folds of cloth prearranged
An obstacle to Ganesh
Bent fore-finger seeks space between
Layers, poke and dig
Locate the velvet measure
Hook round the weighted rigg
A simple one flicked motion
Then the length stretched full to clear
Hung downward on its weight
One long breathe expelled
Muscle relaxation sighed
Taking in the company
Ascertain who is the hustle
Swiveled up and down across
Around from side to side
Depending on whose sight I catch
It’s all up to the eyes

Glamour

Glamour

They are lining up now
I am exuding
Radiant
They can not see
That I have made myself
Young

And what do I care
They are all bones
To me
So easily buried

Don’t you just love
The glamour

I have stopped the sands
In their eyes

Don’t you just love
That they buy it

My apologies
I forgot
They are lining up
For me

Sorry to go on

I shall let you get back to it

High Wire No Flowers

High Wire No Flowers

27th February 1964
Nembutal sleep
Scattered pages drink pure,
Read, re-read and carefully annotated.

The mattress altar,
Your libation blood
In paper in print
Suffused, soaking
Genet’s Eucharist

The body of a Saint,
This body of work
You lay with, openly.
Slowly the seeping
Forced you within him
Forever-more.

His beauty was a wound.
You seared a beauty
Too transcendent for his eyes.

12th March 1964,
Days later,
Gendarmerie
Smash the door.

To clear the stench
Of your shrine,
The altar
Slipped into the Seine
At midnight.

Betrayed

Betrayed

Betrayed by no hand,
My cheek receives
No silver pieced kiss.
Blame can find no shoulder
Upon which to rest,
Not even my own.

And of those left standing?
Those betrayed?

Caught
Stationary,
One fell swoop,
And the great pendulum
Shuttles across the weave.

Cause unclaimed . . .
There is no Judas here,
Only betrayal.
Being
Betrayed by the nature of Truth.
Indiscreet traitorous
Truth
Renders the betrayed
Utterly exposed.

Wide
Open
Vulnerable.

They're The Same

They’re The Same

Clunk, Tshshsht, Crinnkkle, Ratt-ttle

Russsss-tle, Tshshsh-ttt, Rrrrrrssssss-sssluur

Tear, Crackle, Crackle – tic

Tearccrrk

Twist, Crk – pop

Sluurrp, Tic

Rustle, Snip, Rustle, Rustle

Tic, Tic, Tic

Tshshshshshshsht

Rrrbt Rrrbt Rrrbt

Rrrbt Rrrbt Rrrbt

Shshsht

Thththththththwwtt (silent)

Tap-tic, Tap-tic, Tap-tic

Mmm Hmm

Mmm Hmm

Yep, Ah-ha

They’re ready

No!

They’re ready

Mmhhh

They’re the same

Just take it!

The Bringer

The Bringer

The Bringer
I was born on
Beaming
All in sight
Not one of you can move
Beyond my suffused speed

Spread blood
Smearing the lambs throat
Across your lintels
As I fly over

I am there
Hear
Sure as you
Smashed those jars
Outside the walls of Jericho
Quaking

Look up in your morning
Bathe your eyes
Baptized in mine
You see all
Receiving me
Within you
Intrinsically
Intractably

For I tell you
True as the dove came down
If you believe
Your God is my absence
Open wide your iris
Welcome your God
And gaze upon
Utter
Darkness

Camel

Camel

Immortality
I crush my camel
Grinding it to a fine white powder
The better to funnel through the eye of the needle

Is it the wild-flower
Or, the palm of our hand

Deceived by language
Flesh is weighed
For disbelief in ethereal anima

The Dog-Faced Ape
Reserves a gaze constant upon the beam
Resting the pivot on balance

It is a matter of time born
On the light of extinct stars
Thus in love of life
Refuse the stripping of flesh
It shall reveal nothing

I am sent
That I am
Undeceived grain in hand
Refusing the eye straw
Wild-flower caressed

Eternity
I crush my camel
Grinding it to a fine white powder
The better to funnel through the eye of the needle

Love No Sense

Love no Sense

Devoid of the five
Love has no sense.
Nor is love secreted
In the silence taken for ----------
Love is not present within the skin,
Nor eye, ear, nose, nor mouth;
Coming on deeper,
Higher than such whetted organs
Loves transcendence is its denial.

Jump Serotonin

Jump Serotonin

What do you think?

It is little wonder

My thought it takes

Very little

No wonder

At all, reiterated

Pre paired, returned

Served regurgitated

My bright reflected

I thought . . . it is

What I do that

You too Materializing

Realization, I mind

I really do

It is time, that I pay

No mind , Abstract my form

Free, as my communication

Facilitating the acquisition

A bargain you have no bones

About entering in spite

Of respect

All up for grabs

No one see’s you

Take the intangible

Impossible as it is

To follow Synapse’

Just as he digital

Paperless

There is no trail

Yet I know my mind

I know my speed

All you have

Speed and resources

On the uptake

Inhibitors

You cannot touch me

Grasping all ways

Reliant, here, it is not even

Oxygen

This spark, I am

Jumping

Serotonin

Before The Hand

Before The Hand

In the morning
Too soon
To see
All passing
Before the passing
I know I am not
Supposed to
Arrange cards
Before the hand
Is dealt

However
For the fear
I can not
Cover my bets
Should I loose?
This game plays through
All possible
Permutations
In mind

Consider my possible
Potentiality
For misadventure
In estimation
My basket
Always comes off
Deficient
As my talent

Reign Of Whoreing

Reign Of Whoreing

Under your reign
Of whoreing
I kept tally
While scoreing

I waited patient
Devoted ensuring
Clean linen
And dinner on time

As far as crime
Can pay
I stood beside
You in my way

I learnt not to
Question or refuse
In reserve I remained
Of practical use

So much
Time I could abide
Awaiting the turning
Of the tide

Mind your eye
Mind your tooth
In kind
In truth

Now here
Where you kneel
My baying hounds snapping
At your exposed heel

You’d so expected to crush

There is no welcome
In my outstretched palms
Collecting
The wages of harm

Kill To Urge

KILL TO URGE

Blood quickens Hearts response

Erectile follicles raise sensory searching hairs
Talon claws withdraw from sheathed holdings

IT is rising, more than the blood
The desire
Drawing
Muscle tissue taut ligament to bone

The want, the need, the innate requirement to . . .

Present, a flavor
Each breath
Sensing the atmospheric coolness
Outside of the body
Inhaled over sharpened fang,
Across the tongue

Absolute pulse
Being
Coiled in that restraint only employed
Prior







Descending
Cessation
URGE TO KILL KILL TO URGE
Sealing
Ascending

Dosage

Dosage

Dawning days rise mourning
Strained to meet mundane obligations
This physical compulsion to visceral
Requirement for medicinal essentials
Symptomatic in clear demise
Body set to anxieties alarm
No sleep-in possible
At the command of time
Form in time, on time, it is time
And there is no lee-way
Function relies on form
Governed on a nonnegotiable schedule
Such a tight demanding treatment
Comes to equal the illness
Transposing life’s dependency
To a necessity more forceful
Than the malady mirrored
Self-medication to prescription
Therapy imprisons body
Alleviation imprisons mind
Restoration leaves the soul abandoned
To insatiable hunger
Merely changing flavors

Less About Carbon

Less About Carbon

I’m not strong enough
It is not enough
Just can’t get round
Can’t crush
Didn’t think
Now I can sense it
Now
Tighter . . . can feel it
The pressure increasing
Yes
A shift . . . yes a shift
Almost all sides . . . almost
A better grasp becomes a firmer grip
Now can come round
All the way round
I’m doing it
The appropriate application of pressure
Hand diameter can be deceiving
It’s a small space between head and shoulders

Compression comes round harder
Straining the distress towards obstruction
Pressure imposed enough for deprivation
Steeling the tightening squeeze
Thumbs press down in
The neck is thick
Yet the way is thin enough
Restriction is but a crush away
Compact the larynx
The necessary obstruction
It is less about the deprivation
As it is about the carbon

Press hard . . . prohibit
Put down by force
Squeeze Tightening Squeeze Tightening Squeeze
Suppression stifling
This is no smother
No choke ending breath
Carbon must replace oxygen
Enough to lose consciousness
Easing the gripping
Deprivation

All White Meat

All White Meat

White and overflowing
How is it you taste
So sweet
I like my sustenance
Crisp
There aint noth’in
Undercooked here
Just a fragrance
That invites
And how you stir
My fry
Now I bet your mamma . . .
All white meat
An Kosher as
So that you can’t believe
Furtherest thing from chicken
Jigg’lin
All like that
It aint my fingers
I’m lick’en

Cooks up straight
No citric
Damn!

Fuck Brown Sugar!

Hard Milk

Hard Milk

Hard, almost vitrified
She rarely speaks
It is a look in her eye
Gleaming prohibitive aggression.
Lips parted lips vehemently
Manifest a venomous vocal spray
Spite aspirating an air-born poison,
Each drop of her spittle
Congeals to industrial diamonds
Honed to lacerate.

Hers an astringent femininity
Scrubbed to a sheen,
Nothing flashing keen
As her eyes, as her teeth.
She breathes resentful
Exhaling bitterness
In self-defense,
Pacing a well guarded cage
Grilled mesh gates she locks
Turning the key from the inside.

Her breast harbor’s no sweetness.
God only knows
How the milk she refuses
Her babe
Tastes.
For a certainty
He shall never
Know.

Centimeters Away

Centimeters Away

On the edge of sensation
Just out of -----------------
Night provides proximity,
Possibility always centimeters away.

Loved true in-depth sincere,
Perhaps,
Rather than sensed less
Love now drawn to this stationary halt,
Abstracted towards deference.
Loves Purity transcends
Unsatisfactorily, well beyond reason.
Discarded Physicality left to lie
Untouched.

For all of this, told and known,
The hopeful bear no denial.
This soul, form lain down,
Complete at your disposal,
Each night within your reach.
We lie as one
Interchangeable, tense
For sensation.

Yet night after night
My body taut
But centimeters away.

Horizontal Utterly Still

HORIZONTAL UTTERLY STILL

Horizontal and utterly still
His heart and diaphragm
The only muscles within
His body not entirely relaxed
Sound the only stimulant
To his semiconscious senses

Clip Clip Clip CLIp CLIP
Shhhhhhttt
To halt

The silence between
Arrival and action hisses
Deafening white-noise
As adrenaline screams
Yet he chooses not to look
He keeps his eyes closed

A tink-chinkling of chimes
Small metals not hanging free
The whole gathered bunch
Tink-chlink-chinkling
On the swing-chain
To SMASH a CRASHING
Collision against flat solid metal

The silent Tick Tick Tick
Of seconds sounds a riotous fear
Through tissue-ligament-bone
Trained to conditioning
Every muscle shrieks
To be flexed
To instigate the unconscious regimen
Yet he chooses to remain still
He keeps his eyes closed

A tlick of little ridges tapped
One after the other metallic tumbling
Inserted into narrow openings
Metal against metal
With a slight resistant friction
Punctuated by a solid
CLICK

Such tiny sounds amplify
Within Silence
Echoing a volume
Four stories deep floor to ceiling

Echo overlaps echo
Singing in cannon
As each incidence draws
Gradually closer
Closer CLoser CLOser CLOSer CLOSEr CLOSER
Clip---shhhhht-----rattle----- tink-chinkle-----tlick-----
CLICK . . .

R U M B L E . . .
Tones of sliding metal
Thunder forth
Upon metal roller wheels
Ringing out as only metal can sing

There should be movement
It has always followed these sounds
Regimented
Executed
Daily without divergence

Yet today
This one morning, decidedly
Assertive defiance stationary
On conscious overruling
Pacifying conditioning

Eyes closed
He remains horizontal
Utterly still
Listening
As consequence draws closer

CLICK . . .
R U M B L E . . .
Tones of sliding metal
Thundering forth
Upon metal roller wheels
Ringing out as only metal can sing

Against Ones Better Judgment

Against Ones Better Judgment

Acuity skirts this day shining
Keen as rolled steel razor sharpened.
Along a stone whetted interaction,
Deliberate strokes
Interface abrasion, filing contacts blade
Precise to the narrowest margin.

Born down steel perfection
To the point pressured
Bends this blade barbed
In Compliance,
A compulsion for open flesh.

Such explicit exposure
Invites crimson beading
Complicit in action.

One forceful puncture,
Enter then twist,
Turning the steel
To exacerbate healing.

Wisdom nothing to do with this.

Something about the consideration
Of others that goes against
One’s better judgment.

Circumstance Blinds Ability

CIRCUMSTANCE Blinds ABILITY

CIRCUMSTANCE blinds ABILITY Limited within its finite range
RESOURCES subjugate CAPACITY ‘What Is’ ruling ‘What may be’ ACCESS defines REALIZATION Mind in its fleshy prison
Flesh its physical prison PROBABILITY being CONSCIOUSNESS’ cruel joke Certainly there is much that ‘Can Be’ However possibility depends purely Upon the provision of
RESOURCES and their ACCESSIBILITY Despite
COMPREHENSION and CONSCIOUS PROGRESSION
REALIZATION Remains the dominion of the few

Acquired Desire

Acquired Desire

Of coursing
In mind
Physical force propelled
Direct Progression
On route

Intent
Applies pressure
Willing the act
Thought
Leads constant
Fleshy emotion
Fated

Energetic
Motive toward
Auctioned
Intuition

This is instinctual
This is an acquired desire
Impetus to pursuit
Hunting, tracking
Heightened awareness
Fleshed in motion

The possibility
Displayed
The lingering
On tongue
Taste savored

As Only Money

As Only Money

After the daylight saved
A glimmer in the dark flashes gold
Silver reflect sky wanes softening wide
Diffused street-light luminescent upon youth’s skin
Leaves flutter between
A glint shone from secreted eyes
Veiled beneath shadows maternal wing
Everything bright is trailed by red
Turning over times necessary preference
Well worn, the trappings
Free in the night
As faith dreams insatiable fantasy
Trickling down
Oozing only as money
Adolescent bodies strain
Towards selections descending window

A Thousand Bucklers

A Thousand Bucklers

Grace
in stance
lightly trod.
An inveighed
elegance as
comportment imbued
in styled steps
clearly conveyed.

Inevitably
such finesse
shall come to butt
against no thing
more honed
than the acumen
of my pure blade.

“Thy neck is like the tower of David,
builded for an armory,
where there hang a thousand bucklers,
all shields of mighty men.”

How well my steel
slices
bearing pressure
to a sluice of blood
garroted.

“a thousand bucklers”

Where are they now
my love?

Like Shooting Feet

Like Shooting Feet

Shooting into the barrel
I can not say that it is something
I merely find myself doing
Like all actions this involves some consciousness
Safety off
Cock the hammer
Both require a firm steady hand
These are the checks and balances
Placed on a weapon to ensure deliberate use
No somnambulance
Certainly no duress
The responsibility is having repeated the action
Time and again
Something to which I have become used
This staring down into the barrel
Where, looking more keenly I see no fish
Only my feet treading water
When the shot rings out
I am shocked at the explosive thunder
A shock that does not seem to bring me to my senses
Glancing down at my bleeding feet
I want to feign disbelief
I think that I am intelligent
Yet I have done this all before

Furtively Ascending

Furtively Ascending

Step up desire
Slight motions furtive to the subtle
Differentiation of purpose
Surreptition glances sideways
Quickly back down
Cast eyes to view across
Initial stimulation
In sight directs
Yearning taken in hand
Connecting to this collective
Conscious conjuring the image
The same image
Projected as you
And you, and you, and you . . .

Slight sway
Step back revelation
Rock back forward
To the realization of the image
It is what I want
I want to see
Less interested in the connection
Just it
Your yearning
Taken in hand
Quivering
It’s hard
To see where the nerve ends
And excitement begins

Behind multiple masks
It is impossible to see
None really care
Here are the most willing
To be fooled
Mendacious Solicitation
Advertized for want of need
Such beggars cannot be choosers
This is a vicious hierarchy
Whipped mercilessly by time

Endangered silver fox
Handicapped by age
Left all but a salacious starving maturity
Radiating desperation
Upon the silver stair
Denied attraction opposite desire
Eyes so whetted
These tongues shall remain long
Parched

So many
Drawn to the water
All varied disguise
But always the same eyes
Some
Tailored suit
Shirt and tie
Jeans and T-shirt
Uniform a unique rarity
There are no names in the underground
Anonymity the essential armor

Time is the greatest danger underground
The measure of minutes
The measure of years
Fears face is young
A countenance instigating unease
To silent commotion
The question of age
Stirs the ranks
Each heart in manic flight
Each breathe tasting sharp
On the bitterness of mistrust

Such discomfort in proximity
So close
Fine the line
To the highest of prizes
This question answered favorably
A palpable excitement ascends
Jostling for precedence
Completing for vantage
Many prepared to settle
Satisfied with mere observation

SLAM
A new presence
The question in all eyes
Nerves return as at the first approach
Step forward, face forward
All the business of business
With no business going on what-so-ever
Until
One by one
Eyes strain round sideways
Glance by stiff-necked glance
The new situation is assessed
To the recommencement of proceedings
Or, the farce of functionality
Dry shake

Actual intent is unwelcome
When they wait
Sacrifice is in the air
There is a ransom due
For the benefit of all
Wash basin
Mirror
Check the face
Fix the hair
This is the masculine powder room
It is not the face
Being studied in the mirror
Extended hand drying
All to frustrate the impatient intruder
Some leave without relief
Some leave with dry hands
Some leave hands dripping
They all leave of their own volition

The underground is a mute space
All water dripping, running, flushing
And the roar of the hand blower
Intruder exits
Business resumes
There shall will be no rewards
For the sacrificial lamb
Merely a key
Opening the door locked
By imposition
A sacrificed position is lost
The gods of the underworld are
Blind, selfish and fickle

The music in extended play
Resembles as closely as possible
The arrangements prior to disruption
Pair's, Trio’s, Quad’s . . .
The dance of the daring
Grips a tango taken in hand
Or the cowards
Preferring the line dance
Nervous excitement
Their solo sidestep
Fearfully untouched

Ascending the silver stair
Or peering the sliver of space
To the slow slide of a latch
Possibilities endless
Depend less on the situation
As upon the eye
And catching it
For as it goes,
Experience shows
The eyes worth catching
Are the quick darting
Eyes of insistence
Having somewhere to be
Watch, hand, grasp, hunger . . .
Watch, wrist, grip, thirst . . .

Time the stimulation
Enemy and excitement
Decisive direction is absolutely necessary
Against the grain
Now must
Cross forcefully or never
Such treasures do not live
In these subterranean caverns
These precious visions reflect the light of the sun
Glancing at the watch
Timing lunch, timing time
It is close, it is almost over
Every sweet moment squeezed in
Urgency discards passiveness
Demanding control
Decisive demand
Now Now
You are pure,
Masculine
Buckle, zipper, buttons
Hair, skin, sweat,
Unlimited desire
Consumes limited time