to dream
to slip this coil
drowning beneath the
black velvet waves
to liminal places
where the writhing
pain fades
to sail beyond all
sunsets
to sail beyond all
dawns
Month: August 2020
days gone by/
memories: labyrinthine skyway urbanex tresspass riding the viking city's back aloft and above throngs and buses summer heat mills where wheels turn no more empty railroad warehouses where bums shit, sleep and drink mary tyler moore in bronze holding court in crystal buskers outlouding street preaching shouts at the devil in biker leather the casual lusty glance of hookers towards cops jesus smoking, watching unperturbed we try to catch mohawk's eye -- she deftly ignores black men in bright purple zoot suits daring you to enter dick's: "are you experienced?" next to narrow high windows selling fantasy and rifle sport record store dirty magazines adjacent to paperback necromonicon, maus and superman buck knife wielding rednecks who hate the fag you must be while the pigs turn away ignoring the scene bawdy cabaret vaudeville tucked behind "SEX SEX SEX" because naughty of all stripes belongs to the neon-lit streets sipping at turkish sweet coffee and your java gyro lunch waiting for the show where a man plays guitar in a worn out house dress from a second hand store
quote
“Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.”
Sylvia Plath
mind bleach/
to drink from the
river of forgetfulness --
the only riches
i desire
words/
denise with the black and sick-green painted nails and the rat's nest siouxsie hair hefted each of her knit long sleeves showed me her arms etched with words like: "MAGGOT" "WHORE" "TRAMP" "GROTESQUE" in block letters to scare me away "i'm ugly, on medication and i cut myself. see? doesn't that scare you?" expecting me to make excuses as to why i had to leave i smiled sadly, not sure how to tell her i'd share her pain, if she'd only let me sharing not in her nature -- she drifted away without waiting for my response, ophelia in the weeds
lost in the flatlands/
missing my youth
with the trysting
music without rules
and fuck all attitudes
cigarettes
that not drunk buzz
exchanging glances
playing in a band
and waking at noon
all gone now...
just aches and pains and worries
with looks faded like
worn out jeans
the end of summer/
slipstream sliding towards summer's end -- the girl who lives on heaven hill playing on the radio while i wish for an ale or mojito i can't consume aching from climbing ladders that don't reach such lofty abodes the shrill cry of a hawk calling out his kill
huntress/
rime and hoarfrost eyes
trap the quarry
within that gaze
a feast of flesh
between soft sheets
after the storm/
after the storm
a train lowing
in the distance
fugue/
she moved like velvet dream
lithe and lean
throwing a cat wink
to show she knew
you watched as she passed
leaving you sighing
in her wake
