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.