chew this
Judas was foolish
soon as the deed was through with
Mr. Iscariot exited stage left
abstract and moot as the moon is
truly useless
our hero returned while
Judas turned slow right then
back left
bereft of all for all he reft
eaten up and powerless
now here's a mess
I confess I've gnawed to death my phantom limb
great betrayer of all of us
drubbing Judas the little dunce
drawing life from olden rust
it snickers offstage and sings thus
I'm the wound in the wall!
I've left you a line,
just tug it to call!
it pulls at the spine
in its loneliness
it misses a friend's caress I guess
lonely spider wire
I bite your silk but too soon come
the fangs and then
the abscess
why gnaw this
why tear rip slit or saw this
it's no use
after all it's only a noose to take off
it's loose
now silent but o it hung,
so it sung
the scar tissue now fading as
dust covers the wall anew
so at last entombing you
view our room
a great graveyard of the past
here rest tired wings and broken masts
we will flutter
we will sail but will not last
do not ask when why or who
sow your seeds among the dead
walk instead among the few
content you'll grow as others grew
drift and row
without rue.
11/17/09
A House Built on Burial Grounds
you and I are not alike
ruin, I and
you alight
you usurp the
lunar light
doppelganger,
you efface the beauty
of the night
you incite the graying passing
of my light
the incipit of new life is
blighted by the phantoms floating
in and out of waking dreams
stabbing through my memories
smirking on the black veil of my
eyelids squeezed
I wish to be blinded when you haunt me
leave
11/04/09
ruin, I and
you alight
you usurp the
lunar light
doppelganger,
you efface the beauty
of the night
you incite the graying passing
of my light
the incipit of new life is
blighted by the phantoms floating
in and out of waking dreams
stabbing through my memories
smirking on the black veil of my
eyelids squeezed
I wish to be blinded when you haunt me
leave
11/04/09
On the Peace After a Snowstorm
machine whispers hissing
seething in the cities spitting
fumes rolling off black tongues licking
wounds weeping molten bleeding
molting its plate metal beating
its chest a new shrill rhythm emerging
in the cracks under its feet
in the life in the shit heap.
july is the smog of
our blood boiling and
the anguish as the sweet
steals away and the acrid
limps in our nostrils
it shambles it hobbles
assaulting our senses
is the din the discord
tattoos crescendo more
and more and more.
i will bleed no more
when the januair bites
me with my every breath.
i will bleed no more
when tinnitus swells
in place of drones of death.
i will bleed no more
when the snow's silence
brings furious pain.
i will bleed no more
when april comes
with its warm cruel rains.
10/29/09
seething in the cities spitting
fumes rolling off black tongues licking
wounds weeping molten bleeding
molting its plate metal beating
its chest a new shrill rhythm emerging
in the cracks under its feet
in the life in the shit heap.
july is the smog of
our blood boiling and
the anguish as the sweet
steals away and the acrid
limps in our nostrils
it shambles it hobbles
assaulting our senses
is the din the discord
tattoos crescendo more
and more and more.
i will bleed no more
when the januair bites
me with my every breath.
i will bleed no more
when tinnitus swells
in place of drones of death.
i will bleed no more
when the snow's silence
brings furious pain.
i will bleed no more
when april comes
with its warm cruel rains.
10/29/09
A Challenge
this stanza is
a desecration of
the infinity around it
examine this word
autoimmune
examine this stanza
look at a blank sheet
of paper and find
the pattern constructing it
continue it
10/28/09
a desecration of
the infinity around it
examine this word
autoimmune
examine this stanza
look at a blank sheet
of paper and find
the pattern constructing it
continue it
10/28/09
The Poet Upon Entering Heaven
The Poet Upon Entering Heaven
Roused. Leave me weeped, for the weepers have.
I have stood somber vigils at your feet mad
that you secured an exit while I just stood tense.
Now I'm granted a room for myself?
A door in the partition, the key on my neck? Well,
I refuse. My memory rebirthed the inhabitants.
And rightly so, let no strangers be allowed in my Paradise!
Knock and knock, I am content to suck my ice,
Tasting my last White Russian, hints of cream, foggy
Surely there's a reason for this prison I hate.
Before I was not wont to somnambulate
but perhaps I will take up the hobby.
10/26/09
Roused. Leave me weeped, for the weepers have.
I have stood somber vigils at your feet mad
that you secured an exit while I just stood tense.
Now I'm granted a room for myself?
A door in the partition, the key on my neck? Well,
I refuse. My memory rebirthed the inhabitants.
And rightly so, let no strangers be allowed in my Paradise!
Knock and knock, I am content to suck my ice,
Tasting my last White Russian, hints of cream, foggy
Surely there's a reason for this prison I hate.
Before I was not wont to somnambulate
but perhaps I will take up the hobby.
10/26/09
First Passion
First Passion
The back porch on a summer night
the greenness in the dark is
watching and is also watched
A gust sends the bristles in
but the roots warm the blood
flows the daze unhazes
Flurries bite and feed the
flame inside it kilns the snow out
side to slopes to hills to worlds
The sun inside is pulsing blind
and tonguing the dark green
grapples seeming ceaseless caseless chaos
Dawn is always ending somewhere
and beginning in the depths of night
noon is shining on the moon in ecstasy.
10/25/09
The back porch on a summer night
the greenness in the dark is
watching and is also watched
A gust sends the bristles in
but the roots warm the blood
flows the daze unhazes
Flurries bite and feed the
flame inside it kilns the snow out
side to slopes to hills to worlds
The sun inside is pulsing blind
and tonguing the dark green
grapples seeming ceaseless caseless chaos
Dawn is always ending somewhere
and beginning in the depths of night
noon is shining on the moon in ecstasy.
10/25/09
When She Walks By
When She Walks By
When she walks by the flowers gossip
and their eyes follow her, alert,
later they water the grass like crying faucets.
The sun pouts, deeply hurt.
The flowers watch her dance
and not the great Inert.
And watch the moon advance
like a cocky bachelor in the sky.
Her eyes! Soon he is but a nightlight in a trance.
Always on the move, butterflies
feel atoms in their stomachs, excited
as I am when she walks by.
10/24/09
When she walks by the flowers gossip
and their eyes follow her, alert,
later they water the grass like crying faucets.
The sun pouts, deeply hurt.
The flowers watch her dance
and not the great Inert.
And watch the moon advance
like a cocky bachelor in the sky.
Her eyes! Soon he is but a nightlight in a trance.
Always on the move, butterflies
feel atoms in their stomachs, excited
as I am when she walks by.
10/24/09
In Memoriam
I bring yellow tulips to the grave
and hope you will stand looking down
as I have for months, a life
the shape of a mountain.
Webbed net wings flew, freezing,
through the coldest winds, undone by
May's gusts, bringing the fall
while others were rising.
The thaw that burned a dragonfly's wings.
They gathered around a limp body
leaking salt water
and they could only ask
"But who is the father?"
No denial. I could say:
The angel was late, but we both know
that is a lie.
7/27/09
and hope you will stand looking down
as I have for months, a life
the shape of a mountain.
Webbed net wings flew, freezing,
through the coldest winds, undone by
May's gusts, bringing the fall
while others were rising.
The thaw that burned a dragonfly's wings.
They gathered around a limp body
leaking salt water
and they could only ask
"But who is the father?"
No denial. I could say:
The angel was late, but we both know
that is a lie.
7/27/09
The Trial
The Trial
The light was the path from a closed door,
The four coroners, arms spread, bringing
only wonder. What shadows flicker
under it as we pace the corridor of portals,
like riled up infants with demands.
"Demain,"
nous entendons.
The dark was the frame swept away,
The flood, the flame engulfing everything.
An auto da fé bifurcating the eyes,
One receding into shadow to view
our immolation.
Nous entendons Demain.
The light was the path from a closed door,
The four coroners, arms spread, bringing
only wonder. What shadows flicker
under it as we pace the corridor of portals,
like riled up infants with demands.
"Demain,"
nous entendons.
The dark was the frame swept away,
The flood, the flame engulfing everything.
An auto da fé bifurcating the eyes,
One receding into shadow to view
our immolation.
Nous entendons Demain.
The Fall
The Fall
It all dropped a
way leaving the hole
to pretend its namesake's
leap never happened.
The infant wound squirmed,
the others clutching their
sides in pain,
startled.
Whispers.
Shh.
Huddle.
Cover it, but do
not let it heal.
06/03/09
It all dropped a
way leaving the hole
to pretend its namesake's
leap never happened.
The infant wound squirmed,
the others clutching their
sides in pain,
startled.
Whispers.
Shh.
Huddle.
Cover it, but do
not let it heal.
06/03/09
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