Glisten

And in the west,

we met,

and the sun came down

around our ankles.

We spoke in

moans and hisses,

licking in the moonlight,

dancing together

in a minor key

while the rain fell, and

we lassoed droplets

from the air

with our tongues,

glistening.

I could see

even through the

fog stained window,

that I would have to

write myself

up from under

the ground,

move magic and

the earthen beats

aside with my teeth,

if need be,

stare through you

to the moon and back.

There was no outside

rapture coming

to aid,

so I sat and

held tight my hands

to my throbbing skull

and sank into

the erogenous zones.

Oh love,

I almost remember.

Candlelight and Asphalt

My nightmares

woke themselves up sick

with sticky alarm clock noises,

windows taken out

of their frameworks,

tiptoe tapping out

their despair

on the hardwood floor,

glass shards stripping

whilst I watched

their sharp edges twisting

in the moonlight streams.

I slumped over in my

queen size bed,

sheets

sweat sex soaked

by some brassy whispered man

who drank screwdrivers

and laughed,

to cover awkward moments and

my eyes staring

through his head

to the back wall of my room,

wondering when all this

silly business

would be over and

he could stumble out,

into the streets,

leave me alone

with my candlelight.

Whether you wanted

to watch or not,

I danced trauma

out the body,

flooding onto the asphalt,

the way music embarks

on a journey down

your insides,

in the heat of the

pulsing lights,

mirror and make-up masks,

ghosts in their taunting sanctuaries,

blood in vials,

singing out its sweet syrup requiem,

calling upon the angels,

wanting to again

tangle and twist

round bones,

thump in veins

that resurrected

ideas of hell of heaven,

depending on the worn out weather,

and the days and the way

waves of ether energy

circuited the brain.

I could feel myself

pushing new waltzing

people away,

putting up fronts

and barriers,

fences so fierce

and foreboding,

because deep under the earth inside me,

I wanted to trust you,

believe that I deserved

love like yours,

but still quivering

in my storms

that raged in me

and the learned path

of wicked brier,

death and abuse,

the past ripping

my pained flesh

away from my

tender skin,

couldn’t turn off the

mayhem and flashbacks,

harsh manipulations,

fucks that made

me nauseous,

rapes of my innocent self,

cascades of

gritty egos and

religious doctrines

forced on me

under the cruel guise

of love and helping me out,

away from my perceived dirty habits.

I didn’t want to be saved

by the nasty likes of you,

licking the wounds

on me,

that you yourself

had inflicted

and then laughed about.

I purged your toxins

out of my system,

all day,

every day,

with a frozen shudder

in hopes that

I can rise above you,

out of the murky marshes,

into the delicate arms of trees,

looking skyward. 

Embody the Drenching Electric

Furnaces ignite the brain with ideas to change, morph, add somehow into the show of the chaotic collective a reality-eating monster. Madness lighting our way through this tunneled dark, this hole in the ground. 

Nevertheless, we push up through the dirt and the dungeons to the surface. Conditioned for quick conclusions, we miss that slow inner beat of the mind bursting forth to the sixth dimension, the firework generation lifts off to the seventh sun. 

Though these viruses may attack our nervous systems, we collide together and force the rain to seep through us, making us whole again and standing in the sun for a moment to catch our breath. 

I stamp the earth in my resolution to shiver awake those sleeping beauties and winged seraphim snoring through the torture of the downtrodden, the fantastic riddlers of our day succumb to their ego and beauty sleep. Instead, embody the drenching electric, dance the droid out of our senses, we feel again the air brush up against us. For a moment, gravity eludes us and we are free to roam the collective continent. 

For my father, to Mr. Gin

Arithmetic resting on bones,
the image in the hungry mirror
ate through the glass,
the testy torrential environments,
the 6 cups of stale coffee.

Festering free from
breeding hierarchies
and self-loathing
mangled minds,
clucking cosmetics
winking to each other
at the downfall of man,
basking with teething rhetoric
and blinking lights,
the melting apothecaries
nod their hurting heads
to symphonies
played out in ancient opera houses
with crushed velvet cushions,
all around the singing globe.

My dads laugh boomed and
echoed through
my rainy head,
reminding me of yuletide angels,
happy endings and spicy foods,
frolics in the streams of my childhood,
lightning trees,
frost and grins,
bear hugs and safe hiding places
away from the cold concrete.
Then with an ache and a shudder
came ferocious visions of
enacted sorrowful holocausts
set to the tune of
blazing trumpets,
dying to be reborn
in ice and anthem,
we raise our
stinging lips
soaked with dire and
diverse tears
for the loved ones lost and dead
that we remember
with sad smiles,
eyes that open croaking windows
and rusted shut door frames
of limbo planes,
scary ether monsters
playing hopscotch
while sipping our blood
if we weren't paying attention
to the crusty crucifixes
hanging in the haunted hallways
of the machine age.
Yet,
We still choose to dance
in rapture eloquence
among the delicate details
between earth and heaven.

Kali's Spirit

Kali’s spirit seemed

to softly land,

surprisingly enough,

lifting clouds

of chaos as if

veils from on

top of my head,

the moon

shone bright

dripping down from

the sky to

its own reflection

in pure ecstasy

deep into the ocean

with smiles

turning to laughter,

and the

trees seemed

to notice,

they move along

to the singing

throat vibrations

that fell off

my green-tongued scales

and rhapsodied notes,

hierophant and

third-eyed hands

talking in their sleep

of dreams,

planes of heaven

on earth,

I still believed

absolutely always,

in miracles,

even when stuck

in pits of asphalt

with burning toxins,

being poured on skulls,

crossbones and crows,

eating flesh,

stomach upsets,

I coughed and spat out

that violence

shoved at you,

at me,

and dance,

very firmly in the sunshine,

in streams and

deep caverns

with splendor,

in tandem

tantric collective,

holy sisters,

sacred brothers,

reverent fathers,

wisdom mothers,

strongly yet humbly

we stomp the earth

in great thanks and celebration,

for the birthing

from weeping wombs,

carnal serenades,

green colors

to the worlds end and

beyond,

stars and angels,

love and light

be with you,

Kali and her

Metaphysics. 

Absurd Heat

And with bending,

twisting,

lusting in the daydreams,

I let out an

audible sigh,

to myself,

and jumped back,

witch sister chorus,

amen,

I hear you,

the chains

that hold you,

know my

love,

they never win,

tis just fear-

masked clowns,

shouting distractions and

weather patterns

that woke

the dead

in their graves,

in my walls,

in the body bags

that drifted

back home,

on a silent

screaming softly

salty sea.

I always thought

up things,

silliness to make

you laugh,

see that twinkle

in your eye,

one day,

without so many

tears falling,

making the rivers,

the streams,

the ponds found in

my memory,

when life was better

because my dad was round,

to help me learn,

and fight the demons back

to hell,

their belongings left in the room

down the hallway

from mine,

with the raped closet and the

golden faucets,

attached to the bathroom,

that shuttered at the sight.

Heaven now seemed even

farther way,

busy dial tones,

so I sit with

painted swords,

spilled on the carpet,

orchestrating murals

of movement,

show a little

goddamn kindness,

for once,

reach out your

third eye,

singing notes

high and mighty,

see your worth,

please,

one minute,

before I go.

Ah,

and heres to

the chaos,

the middle fingered ladies

with their trumpet swans

sizzlings,

withered and wasted,

natural and sentiment, 

blessed and holy,

ecstasy and verboseness,

the resonance of truth

as it bangs up against the

ear drums,

the vibration of the earth.

And cheers,

to the life lived,

not years spent

hating yourself,

oh angels in the nighttime,

cant you hear

the witchdoctor lovers

whispering in your sleep,

tantric healings,

serpentine tree odes,

magicians sipping

ghost accessories,

hairpins and mad hatters

of all varieties.

You are lovely,

and safe,

not alone at all,

my dear,

very so oh very

muchly and kind

and with heaping,

rising passion,

together,

connected to the ocean

that loves you. 

Anarchy Body

Giving gentle thanks

to the bright blood

cardinal,

that sings daily

outside my window,

the trees teaching

me earth breathing,

I felt the ancients with

their old ground n

fire languages,

soothe my aching skin,

sleep deeply,

for even just

a breath,

then the world glows alive

with resonance and wicked beauty,

made me yearn for something

more.

And look,

I know you

with rolling eyes,

deep sighs,

slurping down

beer bottles in

kitchens with

pastels,

cow motifs and

casual heroin,

cups and saucers,

daydreaming in

wrathful colors,

squirming round

in your sleep,

damn honey,

the lonely starting

to fuck with you,

start seeing strange creatures

crawling through even stranger

nightmares,

seeing lies instead of truths,

weeping willows,

blah blah blah,

shut your goddamn head up,

if you can,

dances in the dark,

headphones and

cats and tears on pillows,

softly,

wrapped up snuggly

in heavy blankets,

amidst a heat wave,

to wreak out the

memory of touch.

Ah!

such weary aching

and untapped sweet magic

could change the world,

if we could just

get out of bed,

in the morning,

with vast

coffee cups

and

scribbled poems,

tattered clothes,

let us tear our masks off,

together,

show our bloodied noses,

our busted eyes,

our broken eardrums,

and those scars

tell a history,

experiences survived,

they don’t define

your future,

my dear.

Sunshine stepping,

We unveil,

standing naked,

in our tears and

beat down bones,

we commune

in light and love and pain,

then to awaken,

anarchy bodied,

divinity dancing

out the tops of our head,

through our fancy fingers,

deep throats,

weak elbows,

bent knees,

healing feet.

Come in.