Love In The Drown

Forever young and merry white
in the throes of an intimate kiss

love is both wet and dry

a beloved amphibian

In the costly wastages of lust

tied to a strange surgical knife

to a wound in a laboratory

sterilized is my tongue

You may eat my seeds

they might grow

longer in the soil

sandier than the clay

Owning in the falsified dichotomy

Owning in a mirage obscure

like lifelines contanimated

like winds of fate misread

So is it me in the wrong deed?
Only absolved by your sex?

mitigated is all senses
I rescue, I rescue you and I from the extremities of selves and ours...

In Sin Lies The Allegory

Writhing in the fortunes of body dust

collarbones and ribcages all in motion

furthermore can be written still

deathly venomous snake is still in prayer

Catch the sinner in the moans
wiped wipe-lust in all lust sogourned

bury in the un-buried loves of woes

seeds plum-thin with potent-starving energies

Volunteered in lust and loving cause of cessation
must thy pioneer in regions scare but bounty of blood

yet blood so visibly not clear

underneath sleeping and waking as if the winking eye

Carrier, prostitute thy whore of all reasonable reasons

thy sweet bitter is a potent wise thing

pet it in the shrieks and tear-gardens

poised in architecture and solemnly uttering...

Fornication plus

Erasing makeshift compounds in the latent form
carousels breathed not yet overdue

in the miles of travel in feet

wrapped around treats and treats of oblivion hawked.

Like demonic-angelic put on the shapes

masks in want and masks overplayed tryst

gears in the seeding fingers planted touch

like opium dwellers thick in the thin of skin illumina

Life shortness lengthened with measurement precise
gone in the flash yet flashes so long in the spiral

empty in the full and fooling in empty works

like wells superseded in the calls and chants

Rust well in the cold morn and delight-dusk
dawn has wings in the operation of opiate set
like long in the branch and long in the song

a light and dark engage as the world code environed by the thrive...

Basking in Calm Distortion

The winter light was heavy

like chloroform white

wearing eye white

but so many thoughts

turned romantic-pale

like hundreds and thousands

little white things

little black things

so ready

so gone

I

think
no one

really

sleeps