Archive | September, 2019

“Each Neighbor Sings of Saddest Songs”

26 Sep
“Each Neighbor Sings of Saddest Songs”
At the dawn of birch-light
at the summit of my terrarium
there’s a sun, aqua-true and blue,
a misunderstood tune for me and you;
each sentry glows his post
past the breakers, the sordid ghost,
he knows of afternoons to blast
in dark carnation casts:
your wolffish chin, your downy insect toes;
lead us miracle to marigold,
to selfish toad, to dripping rocks,
each stings a locust: scorpion of brain,
bark of blisters, son of rain:
but three were left with no place to go
or, rather, no spirit to rest beside;
the tide draws back, our thoughts collide
for only one human experience
under bleachers, and bleached bangs
they hang without us, distant stars.

“Scary as the Thought of You”

24 Sep

“Scary as the Thought of You”

Crimes for passion

and chimes for rats

the pests and pestilence

just to turn around on dimes

in coffee and in cake

knock upon this coffin

tell me of tattletales

snowy rooftops, mouse tails

the ones which lie

cold news to whip or snap you

the drudgery of the drawbridge

scary as the thought of you

your cares are miles away

and when we find that cold thin dime

we’ll be skinny enough

to slip through this poverty

to collect blue flames

from our dancing stove

scarred like the thought of you

dizzy at the thought of you

our muzzles

form footsteps to each other.

“Moments of Delight”

19 Sep

“Moments of Delight”

The saddest thing

is never sadness

but a lie cloaked in positives

for we: destitute

do too know moments of delight

there are two moments of delight

in these moments of delight

flashing in the clutch of candle flame

to put you out

in brown leather riding gloves

the horses catch the firelight

and the carvings

of our mahogany resting stead

did steer us far away from another dread

did save us instead

and let us know

moments of delight once more

in firelight flicker

the candles come and gone

but we love dawn in our resting pieces

numb moments of delight once more.

“The Heart of Our Nectarine”

9 Sep

“The Heart of our Nectarine”

Woods would do this?

Crumple the spirit in a tissue?

An issue leapt from trees in homes?

With ease in suits?

Flashes in card games?

While cleaning the souls of tigers?

While buttering the fortress?

Clean bandaids and lace?

Parted toenails, holy jeans?

A kiss from a snake?

The parted lips of a bobbing fish?

Drunk from underwear underwater?

Let’s make a memory today

to last the rest of our lives.

You and me.

Me and you.

The cider, the stove pipes, you,

knit scarecrow, faded damsel, you,

apricot, fig, persimmon, you,

forget me, acid, deluge, you:

drainpipe, steel pipe, haunted: you.

Elizabeth Von Dracula # .0003

9 Sep

“Waterfall Canyon”

6 Sep

“Waterfall Canyon”

All minutes deceased,

but you and I have fought the disease

and drought and the doubted ones

we’re all we’ve caught

spells bring us back together

darkness coalesces around us

to never touch the surface

because we’re tougher

than the front lawn

of infestations,

the leather jackets of infinity

we were never here

or so they’ll say

without ever really noticing

snowy paths through snowy forests

because of our commitment

because of all this life we’ve held before

in the troubled two-steps

in lands far away from each pulse

in troubled pasts

in forgotten futures.

“The one black diamond in a sea of hate”

5 Sep