the lights

swept into the abyss
with crystalline entities
my total value swollen
by an angry past

blinking lid's caress my youth
in silent lightening
as a modal mind
becomes careless and worn

I cast myself up, floating
spiraling into the stars
anchored in the black
topped off
with unidentified fluids

a thousand lights follow
as I chase the past
borrowing lava
in certain caverns
of truest soil

the whirlwind shapes us
in this beguiling craft

I awoke moments later
as a drowning, angry druid
and we left the building

borderline

gentle whispers
bounce in screams
and taint the clamoring
bus stop at dawn

I rock like a clown
in a bowed box
a present for a dark
forbidden holiday

the stage lights gleam
and my eyes seep
from the sockets
onto a million stairs

cool morning approached us
in the blinding ache
of our brooding airs

and painted icons
flicker in frames
blown like glass into footsteps
and shimmering lights
bellow smoke from a train

domination in the black bag
a strobe light beckons
in a thousand crystals
of our swollen
and sticky stomach

the speakers blare
leading swift inquiry
from these clouds
grey and beaten with rain

when kissed

the cool wind approached me
on the glorified bus
telescopic words embrace
in serendipitous trust

I swallowed up a pale moon
awaiting the sworn
closed in a brown chamber
of a cantankerous june

the plain grass is torn
in chlorophyll's tone
and music escapes
mine eyes, lost and worn

the summoning past cheers
sweating a pure liquor
as twilight rises
over a delinquent city

platinum child

her smile is like satin
of a timeless moon
with ruby lips
that spark a wordless me

I claw my way
from a wild dress
but she is patient in
sometimes somber seams

the soft gift of her voice
melts the heir
as crownless as a queen
sworn to secrets
and tongueless yet
sometimes swarming seams

the beating drones
cast up in darling wind
like her laughter
lifts up and down
in silent bounding beams

la fleur

subtle moons awake
like the dream flow
of her lips
intricate in increments

the noon day sun
rises over the city
tiling the ground
and overcoming
the slick filth of night

and this vivid globe
fades over the hillside
unfolding into shadows
that were burned
to the ground in black

slow dreams bloom
as gentle streetlights
glow from her lips
emblazoning paths

I'm a certain animal
drawing in these eyes
breathless in perfection
towering in burmese spires

there are unimaginable sermons
in her myriads that waltz
as succulent fruits
fall from the vine

blue

towards the sand
of a blown tornado
in it's swift wind
that blindly approach
the blooming bus

i worked in the dusty
yard.

washing the windows
of a word
slow in it's letters

forgotten symbols
in the code of Ra
which approaches
us in our guidance
of love

there is no grain
and the scythe
is clean

blue winds of endless rain
collapse our sick minds
in the dirt of a sick
permanent liquor

the burning approach
of this army
clothes us in the music
of the past

bells

the sudden ringing of bells
from far windsor county
as I slip into a viral
street light
cornered by the tasteless june

but when I count
on this fingerless hand
and the tears fall
from her eyes unto mine
I sip carefully of the forgotten
stream, delicate in it's movements

the sick purple jaundice is gone
and it's slick daunted rays are robots
as I dance alone
on this careless beach
that shows us cornered
in a hospital's air-conditioner vents