somewhere meaningful

I have found the thing that has captured my imagination,
and I have faith that it is taking me somewhere meaningful.

--15 february 2010

The fires in her bones weep

Places exist just when we need them. From a land with lace shaped rhinoceros clouds breeze underneath pungent icicles grown from warm earth. Verses of comfort attack stabbing generous intelligence. Au revoir eucalyptus sweat. The fires in her bones weep. She's just there. Watching her breathing, a kind of freedom dancing with the opposite. Not from without, she exalts into the abyss not remembering the power of forgetting. -- 11 April 2011 29 January 2010

never more alive or alone

never more alive or alone

where ever you have been
long since gone
gone way back
when far far singing
no good thing ever dies
take it with me when i go.

never more alive or alone
i wear the faces of grass
when the night stains
bones and hands smile.

what you love is yours
eight walls
in a yellow home
a mantle remains
in a house on a street
blood roses flame each summer
take it with me when i go.

---9 january 2010
maxime

Sang bleu (In the wilderness)

five black chickens quarter death's door
facing the great ghastly tree
blackened mass pool black
upon dry ground

beneath oxidized sun
drained bow in reverence
take down this night
a dedication to holiness
chilvalrous command

ink sweat
sang bleu
the waiting room of the mind
the pattern we cannot discern
assaulted sky
young blood upon her feet.

--27 Oct 2009
--25 Nov 2009
--28 March 2010

somewhere between blood and rust

seething shores descending
sons stagger unhinged and flay
keep safe between bridges
diving to conquer a thing found
dislodged still.

dredges tension sticking
pressure columns palpitate
beating to a future
scars encrust.

the history of rust aching
silent daughters disembowel
a sieve filtering language and bones.

....some glad morning when this life is over, i'll fly away...

suckle unto a solace falling
unmangle and let stay
tincture tastes a stench remembered
among massacred dancing toes
stabbing kisses that damage and hang
spewing severed perception and flesh.

...i'll fly away, oh glory, i'll fly away...

--21 oct 2009

weeping pear

"I bruised my pear. It's weeping."

--composed by Pintitombi

Flaneur

Flaneur for surprises. I'm bursting open with feelings
spilling me bare.

---18 Aug 2009 at 9:38AM