Light Green

Deus Absconditus –“Book of Isaiah” Should I presume the green night, lightFrom that long drag of smoke, uprisingPale pealing and superimposingAgainst backways, be so miserly?Should I presume this to be your wakeWhere your Latin, German, Greek, migrateKomm naher, post mortemTo append a eulogy for you?It was a cruel monthI was 13, wearing light greenStanding over […]

Faint Summer Silence

It was too late to playNobody said it wasBut for us we knewIt was lateThe faint sounds of childrenPlaying aged meI wonder if I was ever thatSoundSounds of trees, weathered pendulumsGroaning, metal chains pingingHarmonic memories of soundsStretching out and cawing asPlanes graphed over theExterior walls of summer atmosphereWe were parked in the shadeLines of sweetbay […]

Del Fruita

Atop of limbs it spitsAtop there is no kingNo fear of papas y mamasOf sway of sueñosNo el temor de diosNo fear of dreamRipening hard as it sitsIt dripsDel triste La fruita is la cimaThe top is la creamaThe nobility the loftThe U bend the troughA Hangman’s juiceIt weeps Melancholia is the diseaseThe top is […]

Grammar Block

Arrested by a metaphorStruggling with a commadoreTaken by a simile(Well, it obviously smiled back at me)A period set out in the end to end meUntil I accepted the verb’s proposal “to be”A dash bolted between, blindsiding a hyphenCracking up the words absent mindedMy SVO wont OSV that OSP!An adjective went object doing its own geometryA […]

Patanam-Script (Flying Down)

I was Here                            Navel Here Flying Alpha-sporadically Aero-degradingly Pa-TRAM annulmen-atingly Down Square up-un-rootingly Sand surf-obeisant-ly Non un-in-here-rant-ly Down Detox & Rest Lotta rungs [Insert] [foot] [skip] [hand] [foot] [hand] [foot] [slip] Press Into LIN GUA This My Space No (is)(are) reverb (((echo)))(((ing))) Space No (ex)(pect)(tation) Affixing Space A L O T T A R […]

The Art Man

The Art Man You’d think four in the morning You’d be dormir, dirge on, deep in sleep Dreaming teatime in Spring avec les saints But not in Van Gogh’s paint Not all die wounded, some die in their head Bleeding the last of everything all la rage over Paris Bleeding self-sweeps oeuvres d’art with color […]

Burn Chaos Burn

One nightWe take baitEris and the FatesLike fish we waitLike fish we gulpStar shapesWe drink airAris-sophic-airWe sip mistMeta-sophic-mistNo blade can layDown a FateWe look high ‘n lowFor SocratesWe burn lightsTo form the shapesWe grieve painTo alleve the shadesWe burn woodFor wood to snapWe melt iceFor ice to lapWhat burns off night?If not solipsismWhat burns off […]

The Bane

Nourishment, in Man’s DreamIs bloodThe recourse, the bulletReckoning the floodMother’s milk,The sacrificeBecomes the baneDrink and eat of fleshRepeat, repeat again…In a way, blood overjoyedIs un-neededA-holinessOutside un-holinessIs in-holinessWhy bleed the bade, the goody goodwifeThe rosy cheek, the spit or songWhy bleed the doveWhen one can smirkWhy bleed in bane,When we have milkHumility, in one Man’s DreamLed […]

…. An Impulse

“you didn’t die the day she died you died the day of” I remember being aloneYour hand was in my handAnd it squeezedThe more scriptures I could pasteBecame life’s impetusHer death would abbrev, but:Prayer is not for outcomeIt is a distraction for painIt didn’t happen that wayPicking up my bibleMy hand burning on a random […]