Bleach

Invisible reels,

The staggering

Myth.

Gone

Beyond

A recognizable

Face,

Dampened sounds

Sunken by

Weighted moonlight.

Crushed to

Impervious

Hymns

Deadening

Shrouded pews.

Tears a

Seal

To close former

Pictures,

Silk rivers

Masquerading

Along broken

Sunlight

Bleaching

Small stained glass

Worlds.

Wandering Beyond Starlight

As you are far,

So I am near.

In revelation,

Wandering beyond starlight.

 

A voice familiar,

Kept in my unconscious

Spindle.

 

So close you’ve

Come to

Knowing,

Yet tracks split

In seething fury.

 

Restless lovers

On the rusted

Wings

Yearning to take off

Into night.

 

Your glassy eyes

An indicator,

The bottomless orbs

Of everlasting traces.

 

A tip of the hat,

The call to flight,

Raven’s beak

A soft sounding

Recollection

Of our time in

An infinitely marked earth.

 

 

 

 

 

Respite

Blushing rains,

Cool waltz taken

On a loving wind,

Fired to what

Breath makes

When

Quieted,

Forest serenade

Brought

Into

Scope

Of souls

Loosening,

The dedicated respite…

The Starry Veil

How a face

Of ridicule

Morphs

To its own

Ill timed horizon,

 

Drummed out

In droves,

A wave licking

Itself back,

Curtained

Eyes

Knowing

The

Cessation of

A quick-witted line,

The clapping

Drowning out

Spark plug feelings

Strung to

Lifting quandaries

Rousing a starry veil…

Carousel

Showed to the

Virulent street,

An embittered jaunt

From limo

To ebony

Faceless steeple

Leaning,

Dark arts

A lesson to

Slather on hot

Plastic keys,

The ticker tape a

Reminder

Of solemn reasoning.

Midday,

No shine to embolden

A hunched suit about to

Bust,

Dried bread

In hands

Turning the small bowl of

Lunch stew,

What haunts to orchestrate into

Evening,

Tricks of the ancient

Covens,

The sad waltz of

Exiting

Players,

Trailing down to

A solitary clue to

Financial mazes

Flickering

Across the flaring

Mercurial screen,

Eye deliriums

Flashing over

The ticker tape carousel,

Each code an animal

Leaping into

Planetary confusion,

Of Santeria spun

To darkened hopes

Traipsing,

Roaring cabs testing

Strips of friction,

Roaring legs to

Throw back muddy

Shots to

In dingy blushing

Theaters way on

The other side

Of town,

Roaring cradles of

Limp eyed

Passengers

Going over the

Rutted avenues

Back where the

Fences welcome

Them into

Consecrated homes,

Ragged films to be

Stowed,

Coats to

Hang vertical,

The space

Gathered

For resting

Roundabouts,

Breathless bulls

To turn down

For another night…

The Garden

Beauty loves

Its mirror,

But begs to be

Put back

Where the gardens

Wander beyond

Starlight…

Plains

Fallen to the

Empty starless

Nights.

 

Washed upon in

Senseless

Greed.

 

Crowded universe

Spilling

Gases,

Fated rocks

Ready to make

Jagged moves

Across loveless plains…

Silence is a Vestibule

Spoken to

Frayed ends,

Cat’s luminous eyes

Surveying

In backlit

Perplexity.

 

Coiled

Confusion

Reeling

Staid

Femininity,

Silence a

Vestibule

Realigning

Noxious spheres.

Noir

White dipped in black,

Smothered ends.

 

Conjoined futures,

A woven past.

 

Trailed along in

Horrid ecstacy,

Lain side to side

In blessed infamy.

Breakfast

When I face

These pancakes,

Eyes search

For ways to

Dream.

 

Sanctity in

Whipped topping,

Butter running off

In divergent rivers.

 

Swirling eddies

Feeding heat,

Slumber awaiting

Questing organs.

 

Your surprise at

What feeling

Hits you,

Quieted of the

Mechanical noise

Computers drive into

Your static skull…