Ocean and Teeth

The ocean sighed

with deep reverence

and liquid,

razor teeth

biting through

the bones and blood,

the spirits opening

one eye each,

in rapid succession,

teasing out

our earthen pleasures

to the sultry

sounds of

moon drinking,

dancing naked,

incense wrapping

round ya,

listening ghosts,

quiet subtle muses

rocked back and forth

to the music

in my head,

radiating lust

and a strange serenity,

some sort of magic

must be working through

these winds that caressed

old and lonely

trees,

in their

righteous heretic

weepings,

eyes locking,

senses raptured up

to high priestesses

in the mists,

and the road laughed

to greet us

as we were,

just that,

nothing more. 

Tempt Me

Tempt me

to rise,

thrusting towards heaven,

insight and orgasm,

heading us

ever upward and onto

cosmic pathways,

astral erotic planes,

neurosciences,

great schisms of breath and space,

between

the sacred thought

and the beloved tangled language,

gender binaries

slashed like tires

in the hot sun,

pleasure celebrated

instead of pathologized,

vilified masked dolls

in their prison cells

which are, of course,

cleverly disguised

as free thought,

with the help of

the sadistic media and pills

spewing toxins.

Disease weeping,

I tried to find

words of comfort

for those poor befallen

merry-go-rounds

and painted horses,

sad boys and

their clinking glasses,

ice and pure kink,

fucking so deep,

he was cuming up

through the brain,

out of the third eyes

of the prophetic,

then birthing transcendence,

holding your

ravaged mind

in my womb,

safety for a second,

before exorcizing

you back out,

through your mouth,

bones to the street,

down the overgrown dirt path,

to the stream

and into the river. 

Free

Apologizing fragrances,

the curious coffeepot

did a short

shuffle,

foot ball change
and re-called
her past lives:

snorts of limes,

lactating tits,

voices with pins,

quagmire scandals,

voluptuous sodomites,

rallies crowding

the streets

with bright allusions

to gritty truths,

ode to the mirror

and the monster

found there.

Magicians getting

haircuts

at barbershops in kansas,

coffiners leaning on posts,

taglines of sexual experiences,

bizarre antihistamines,

lazy eyes

dabbling too long

on toads bulging,

cement gods cradling

cold bloody sparkling gold,

miracles and their makers,

scotch and vomit,

flagrants and their

dope parties,

masqueraders in

bondage makeup,

whores in the alleyway,

talking bout

hurricanes in texas

smoking cigarettes

on their lunch breaks,

heaving high heals

above one’s head,

but really,

trying to blind

my eyes out,

from the fucking noise.

Oh honey,

I dreamed in truth

of subtle softness,

light touches

with loving pants

in the rhythm to the

rocking waters.

Aw come now,

be Free with me. 

Cthulhu's Footprints

I dream

now,

so often,

in blue green

and sea colors,

tempests flowing and

foaming at the mouth

drowning down on me

like a rage

as the mists

settle their disputes and

flit back to

the caves found in

forests that

lay just out of sight.
I saw the bones from

unmarked graves

rise up in

dollhouse dancing,

coughing up hell

and haunted ash

for a moment,

then cuddled back down

into the earth,

with sighs like sirens

and their shipwrecked sailors.

Sorry for the misery,

oh to lose my father

left me breathless

with sorrowful feet,

vampire leans and tendencies,

hot candlewicks,

smiling and winking down

on crop circles,

frosts and

humming winter winds

that woke up

the blood,

rushes of nightingale songs,

cthulhu tiptoeing

down corridors,

serpents and their

luscious dripping fangs,

water,

enthralling me,

drifting over and under,

carrying me away

from my weary head.