Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Party Favors
vow sabbatical
going rogue and randy
her costume party
carnival alibis
periodic mardi gras
banked dispensations
alternate ID
consequences discarded
party favors
janitorial
amelioration
the hangover
going rogue and randy
her costume party
carnival alibis
periodic mardi gras
banked dispensations
alternate ID
consequences discarded
party favors
janitorial
amelioration
the hangover
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Bullets and Butterflies
Will you see the heart in crimson and its torn and shattered edge
or recite the rosary piously and pray and blindly pledge
to expunge your soul, just one less species
of the flutter by butterflies that make you go to pieces
of the pretty ones with active tongues always probing for your nectar
finding ways to make you pay an homage to the scepter
stamen or stigma is the prisoner of war
the sentence, and the words that mean more than a butterfly whore
who is fickle in her feeding and deigns a future tryst
velvet gloved and fingers reaching in the shape of frenzied fist
feigning love in a bullet's jacket and the powder is desire
and the wings of jet black swallowtail never fail to inspire
a response, a retort, a secret blush and stroking
and a stoking of a fire that is starved for air and choking
on a premise, on a promise that a law will break tonight
and a feeling, infatuation, on the hook of a brand new height
for monarchs, migration, and drunk on monarchy
and on milkweed, and thistle, and Pennyroyal tea.
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Halfway Home
LYRICS
The lazy way they turned your head
Into a rest stop for the dead
And did it all in gold and blue and grey
The efforts to allay your dread,
In spite of all you knew and said,
Were hard to see and harder still to say
A comfort plush all laced in lead
Was sent to quell your sentiment
And keep your trembling sentinel hand at bay
And when a sudden silhouette
Escaped the top-side of your bed
I knew you'd never ever be the same
Is it not me?
Am I not folded by your touch?
The words you spoke
I know too much
It's over now
And not enough
Is it not me?
The damage you hold inside your blush?
The load you towed
You showed it up
It's over now
And I'm insane
Wild spirits winds from out your chest
Collides with world and wilderness
It needs a gentle hand to call it home
Now surfs the sun and scales the moon
And winds the waistband of her womb
All eyes ablaze the day you break your mold
Is it not me?
Am I not culled into your clutch?
The words you spoke
I know too much
We're closer now
And said enough
Is it not me?
Am I not rolled into your crush?
The road you choose
Unloads control
See it take me so
Go on throw this stone
Into this halfway home.
Tuesday, January 05, 2010
Ouroboros
Ouroboros
again
and again
and again
like budding
like addiction
like nature
like the scorpion and the frog
beginning in
or persisting from
the beginning.
Inextinguishable.
Why does the sun burn with a forever flame,
a nuclear furnace with sole focus?
Because it must, and so it does.
Whether gracing us with a sunbeam
or incinerating our flesh
it is.
To be is the end.
To be Eve.
again
and again
and again
like budding
like addiction
like nature
like the scorpion and the frog
beginning in
or persisting from
the beginning.
Inextinguishable.
Why does the sun burn with a forever flame,
a nuclear furnace with sole focus?
Because it must, and so it does.
Whether gracing us with a sunbeam
or incinerating our flesh
it is.
To be is the end.
To be Eve.
Sunday, January 03, 2010
Confetti Reruns
confetti reruns
trite rites of passage and penance
Happy New Year
forty days and nights
lenten fervor again and again
her flagellation
a knowledge of thirst
satiation prerequisite
hunger before blood
the ball will drop
and with it all inhibitions
we all fall down
trite rites of passage and penance
Happy New Year
forty days and nights
lenten fervor again and again
her flagellation
a knowledge of thirst
satiation prerequisite
hunger before blood
the ball will drop
and with it all inhibitions
we all fall down
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