Friday, October 30, 2015

laughable

on the porch, and i
retreat into myself,
into a crowded wholesale
of saccharine thoughts
and i have a laugh,
because it's uncomplicated,
but so laughable,
these scenarios,
my mind a perpetual motion
picture show.
still,
i've familiarized myself
with your lines, with your face,
and your formulaic way
of licking the rim of the glass
and telling little lazy lies,
white half truths,
and i laugh,
because it's uncomplicated,
but so laughable,
these scenarios,
our talks burdened by circumvention,
tonight's a blur,
still,
it's uncomplicated.



Saturday, October 24, 2015

Friday, October 16, 2015

sirens of the inevitable

[you, with the glare that keeps me,
i'll hold your and hand and wrist to the bone,
to the very marrow.]

     
i carved your name into a tree once;
into the skin of bark that binds it.
and, i laughed;
i laughed as a child would laugh
as the natural flesh weeped its blood of sap,
and turned black at
the very air i breathed.
i watched as the life i excised tried
to heal, the boughs bowed to coalesce,
swaying at the mercy of the wind,
and my knife.
i watched as rays of elysian sun lent
their light; offered a silent song of hope
to the already wilting leaves.
i watched the magpies gather in the canopy
to bow their heads in prayer,
deep in the treeline of pines and elms,
and south to the single oak,
stricken and terminal,
bitten and lost by the inorganic
wound of my words;
but the tree remains,
ever empyrean,
ever magnanimous,
through the wounds of flesh,
through the lashing of its limbs to the very
marrow.
i carved your name into a tree once;
into the skin of bark that binds it,
to see if it would last;
but the tree laughed,
the tree remains,
long beyond your name,
long beyond you and me.


sacrificial altar

[i'm such a simple fool, i know,
and you know -
it's hard for me to tell,
to tell when you care  -
i know im not palatable to some,
but believe me,
i don't need an apologist.]

I've been feeling foolish, you see -
it's a sentiment you really should try,
You see, it's in season . And I,
I've got to say, you've never really looked
all that much alive until you slipped in my sheets,
and whispered your name.

Now, hey -
I want to to be honest, Girl,
I'll lie to you.
And if I'm the lover you won't love,
It won't bother me,
but tonight's the tonight,
because

I've been feeling foolish, you see,
and you should try
something at least,
to get a sense of it all
before we're sleeping underground,
whispering your name.

As a matter of fact, I do.
I do.
I do.
I confess, I do.

we'd like to think that we're immune,
but maybe your mind's made up

will we ever make it down the aisle to the altar
where lives are
sacrificed?



Saturday, October 3, 2015

what hearts

I have changes of sense and sentiment in
varying degrees and increments, and
I have feelings that break and fill me up
like smoke when I think of her,
and she'll apologize and tell lies to keep ties,
again and again,
but I'm not thinking of her.

I could never tell what art might
break her heart,
what strangeness she might fault me for,
again and again,
the acrid taste of arsenic
in our wine, our fevers never breaking
over a summer of light that cracks through Venetian blinds,
that curls across floors and
travels into space next to god and other creators,

A light that watches us, that cuts into our hearts
  a staggering shift, a light into our hearts,
   our hearts,
    cut into, cut in two.

I dream of something tangential,
my mood, my moon, my satellite,
the dust clouds and planetary rings,
And I have peripheral feelings when I move.
I inhale and I breathe in the ephemeral dust,
the joy of the void swallowed by this earthly lust,
the words that lonely flesh can make,
and she'll cry out, dreaming that she can find me
screaming in the early hours of the night,
but my voice, it's lost in the static of the line,
dare i seek to burst, or do i
just leave the nerves hanging like dew
in the morning light of an Indian Summer that cries
against autumnal oranges and reds,
that cuts across skies,

A light that watches us, that cuts into our hearts
  a staggering shift, a light into our hearts,
   our hearts,
    cut into, cut in two.

Still, that's what hearts are for,
no matter how much we are
out of touch, here we stand
alone, keeping our ambitions
for each other alive,
breathlessly waiting for the prize,

i spend all my breaths waiting for you
down by the river.
that's what hearts are for.