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“Because the Music”

15 Oct

“Because the Music”

Or it doesn’t matter who you are

where you came from

because the music

where your game’s from

because the music

you make it look natural easy

because the music

a goddess knocks at a chamber in you:

a nightdress,

a spring in your step through mistletoes,

this horizon: your skeleton,

your youth is gone,

you’ve faded out of place,

but memories, but to have this dance

with you, because the music

because the music I knew you through

still stains the tights and we fall down

wells, rollercoaster screams of delight

and firecrackers our cracked skulls

the movement of a moment,

chipped fingernails, rubbed rush,

blurred delights, burn me until the dawn scrunches its nose and leaks beneath

doorways to finally exhale

and feel the truth,

the sighs and all promises

fisted through the night

of the songs you fell in love with me to

because you fell in love with me too.

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“I love you inhuman”

9 Oct

“I love you inhuman”

In thought for you inhuman—

kindness, gratitude, respect, inhuman—

hot peach breath—

hot beach, the private shows inhuman—

slows tongue, bullseye—

nepenthe, magic holiday, oblivious—

love branch inhuman, curled toes—

in pleasure and grief, lost Sunday’s—

in love for you inhuman, unreal—

tragic emotions frozen under skies—

and love for your inhuman grace—

disasters are inhuman, breaking bones—

a loss in loaves of bread—

sad-eyed, twisted soul inhuman—

shoelace suicide inhuman, rubbed—

the sandy shoeshines—

alone with a bottle, my breath for you—

inhuman, to breathe for you inhuman—

at last for you, inhuman—

our butterflies, our burettes—

flying through a rain, flung through you—

until ghosts this you inhuman.

“Graveyard of Losers”

4 Oct

“Graveyard of Losers”

We were friendlier than friends once

but now we fight to survive

throttled turkey necks and skinned knees

when parakeets caused us whiplash

the breakers bored a worried escape

sent fresh hens through the thistles

and our minds drawn by fingertips,

we wouldn’t do any horse to hose you

nor ride over higher countries,

bucked from our saddles

ladders to higher attitudes

locked from our altitudes

we’re mites sprinting in minnows

and drained rivers, rosy comeuppance

it’s time we faced the prison dancers

torn tears, frayed wrists

for ropes are everlasting,

even under spotlights of rain

assorted passions in bird lips

licked in your poison for never and never.

“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