Re: Current, Knight, Mare

The dream waits
on plate
half
eaten
and eye
consume it a
gain in mourning

Each eye
swallows
each
vision

Later
on evening’s shore
you see the
momentary
eclipse
waver over
my stone
face

The dream
squirming in
side
echoing eyes
is
immortal
immemorial
eye just want
to kill it
stabbing
flesh
again and a
gain

I want to tell
instead eye see
and say
nothing is
wrong [meaning right]

Write
written
Drive
driven
Life
live in
losses
never leave
dire
dream drilling
stake
between ribs
twist turn
cardiopulmonary
exacerbation

Love
love in
locked
in

Sides
tops
bottoms
backs
fronts
make a box
twogether
contain
the Knight
Mare
Hair
on fire
bubbling
flesh
burns
water rushes be
neath where only
eye
escape
the image
again
awaken
sweaty

The dream
alive
squirming
half
eat
en
in
more
ning

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ReBirth (or PastImperfect)

or Past ImPerfect

You slyde swiftly down soft throats of unthinkable unsinkable complexity hunger…forget forgot forge what answer too question…reach back dark dusky dank searching four your self shelf where you left it…in dreams sometimes you remember who you once were…but that li(f)e is over…your eye bleeds as you try to see but it is beyond sight sound scent…you can’t even taste or feel now.

You wait wonder full of wishes dye like sweet flowers on an apple tree birthing fruit…deep in their scenters seacrets spelled in seeds…you cannot unlock those forbidden seacrets…consume daily still miss tree eludes you.

Where is apple wine you ordered…when will it arrive…but then when it comes you get drunk…melancholy mysteriously appears soulitude by her side casting silent spells over your sole…clouds crowd your visions all so meaning less as you scrape at your skin trying to remove hate lonely fear self-loathing.

Death’s mask staring from mirror’s reflected side reminds you success built on cadavers…islands of memory rise out of murky depths…recalling your dead selves you murder this one.

When you awaken new day new self at last, but always carry scar tissue dead weight…searching for you…you find your self replaced by your self no way two turn back into past (im)perfect…not even see it know it run your soft hand over it again…for it is

Dead

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Flotation #1

Sea shut out
doors to dark
widen
swollen head
pivot on
fantasy light
the light of eyes

Darkness and I
are old lovers
caves
hollows
wombs
this moist place
a place to rest

Circuit connected
emptied
isolated in eventide
thoughts suck through
this one
a slippery fish
off in a flash
the faeries
go with

Sea shut out
door slides
to reveal planet earth

fin du temps

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LightSoundDevice

Dusk
closing her red lips
around

Blue tunnel
at pit of sky’s stomach
white at bottom.

Rainbowed snakes
squirm past
as sparks to night.

Eyes
escape into
shimmering darkness.

May I long
for passed
spring’s scent

again?

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Round Poem

for Salina

Yew and eye touch en
tangled
soft
crash crashing
ocean’s edge
caress
ears with wet
wine
lips.

Moon god
dess smile
ing I’s waxing
crescent open
then closed wonder
about silent
secrets.

Sand
beach
gentle breeze blow
soft through
hair in
scent out
fresh
new life.

Share deep
desire whisp
ered be
neath
murals of morrison
weird shaman
of sex wine death yearn
s to live
lust through
us.

Cool
nite bight
throat
squeeze
subtle sighs
ignit
ing fire burn
s soft moist mys
tery from where
life love infinite
possibility
spring.

Was it not that
moment this
moment next and all
time given
touch eye and yew?

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