Black Rock City Nights

Rich glittering glow
heart pulsing
loud as mother’s in fetus’ ears
modern gods of art
dance
fire and electricity
revive
old ways
pixies, demons, chanting monks

New spiritual order
open then closed again
again, guts churning of
foods, drinks, passions, poisons

Serpent mother
births
serpent young in
sparks, flames, jets
eddies of heat billow
while
southern Baptists
fear new Sodom

All hail cold and seething night
acolytes travel
inside art
become both art and artist

Mischievous cackling
mad scientist splits
night in two
air, static, lightning
minds of mad revelers

A man burns here each year
somehow renews us
fire, ashes, dust
gather into storms
blowing
hearts, minds, bodies
as one
one voice
swelling
boiling forth
into American night
crying freedom

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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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