Fat Gold Mystery

Plums in the pot, bubbling, bubbling

Custard in the pan, cooling, cooling

Logs in the fire, crumbling, crumbling

Infant on the rug, drooling, drooling

Rooftop primed with snow,

Sprinkled brown leaves, like

Shavings of chocolate, on vanilla ice cream

The world is new, and remade 

Every day

Fashioned; 

Threshed out, by the tools 

Of possibilities


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dark spectators

file in from the corridor,

to witness death

scepter of violence

shines a smile

electric murder pictures

steal their breath


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precious sister

precious sister…

the journey cracks

grand science, now able, 

functions beautifully

that dreaming noodle 

rears the head 

flailing blows

and the sudden, 

hard obeisance

sleeping through those 

sweet rituals,

falling tiger

wags an 

accusatory finger

consumer of logical winds

a simpleton’s vanity 

peculiarity of the weather 

doctor points his caduceus:

inside becometh out, 

yea, verily

let us worship the

revolver medicine

as to movement,

these are but hard woman 

promises

death, a reluctant song,

now tumbling into 

guilt-ridden odyssey 

careless waves of infinite days

armies of unrelenting dawns,

one upon another,

each 

weaker

than brother

any here, for i, is her

a hopeless moonlight crumbles

her covers burn the sleepless skin

granting every excuse for you 

to slip outside

into the pisces pool of 

what is not yours

escape from the mouth

of rendering 

emptiness

find me 

in that dark place

or find something else,

whatever 

works 

at least there is always the

faint, corduroy comfort 

of believing 

that the sullen orb 

listens

we hold no such 

hopeful vigils 

for our dear, sweet  sister

of vacancy


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flash

I.

… standing right on the tip 

of a spoonful of madness…

now, there’s a guy

who understands 

the depths

of loss

I fell into a well 

of brilliant colors

covering lungs

 in layers of 

dark gloss

no wiser,

or better 

for the experience

but 

never a lament 

will you hear 

from me

time… 

and other… 

four letter words

                                                                    (aside)

a plethora of pleasures and miseries

have I earned and yearned,

pleaded against and welcomed 

with banquets

for and through my guilt by association 

with the bleating of these mild sheep,

cloaked in the 

dripping, hollow fangs 

of serpents

crashes 

of symbols,

off beat                                       {snares}

four/for             MaDN”u”s

and off key stares—————–> II

II.

study well this deranged diatribe

tests are continuous,

apparatus is on its way

to assist you…

with those

already concluded

we’re 

watching 

you

III.

are the bad ones 

bothering you 

again?

take 

this 

and 

end 

it


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Universe Collapsing

Constant Arousal

Continual Unravelling

If you are Quiet…

You will Hear

If you Look…

You will See…

Nothing


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waste

my love is dancing

in your sleep

and you, here now…

all a waste,

in your flight,

an empty, 

downward embrace 

return we, 

to one,

when you, pointed,

lick the 

ground

touch the girl’s insides

but realize…

empty   s pa  c  e

is what 

comes

not-one, 

for timidity’s sake 

the eyes cast lots 

of salty war

upon his gorgeous shelter

they still marvel 

at your lame,

dead hero 

a shady vision of candy dilemma 

bump the mouthful of riches

stick precise flesh 

between 

fast, clever eyes

us, to hollow leaves,

we went

and to ash

and for this, 

but a tangle 

of whispers, 

am i


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