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Severed Head Exhilaration Blues

11 Jul

Trying to put myself
together
like calendars
and sex-
listening to the
songs of fallen
leaves-
the beginning of
the symphony of
ice
white flower
blossom snow.
Skycandles explode
in my head.

In her hand
she holds a bag
of smokedance.
I want to say
no, teeth
pressed
together
fighting with
the words.

She sits there
and stares
her body
beckoning to me
silently
like deadriver
lights, that
smile
full of hiding
breathless
whispers.

No one really
knows but try
to understand
she is the
goddess of
sunny sleaze,
and it is her
sweet wet
blossom
season.

I am ripped
up by
her
magic
wild red
laughter
which
begins the
dirge.

All the towns
have their
hands pointing
towards
doomdrowning
in liquid
cemeteries.

I fall into
purple
fairy slumber
dreaming of
buried flowers
a firebomb
somnambulist.

He Vs. She

19 Sep

And he took her there in
unpronounceable Polish
or was it Latin blood? And
they slid to a halt in his
first time. It in no way
detracted
from the sounds that
passed out of his lips.

He died for a second, though
living as he lay there he
half knew she was perhaps
the finest match between
model’s handbags
and patent leather patrons
flowing into obscurity.

And her hair flowed all
around him like golden
snakes.

He had not been discovered,
but she might come in a year into
tepid vapors of pale green, beyond
the reality
of dreams
of the Monsignor
having a party that would keep
him up all night. He touched it- the
cathedral dark that showed his efforts
on the planet Earth, and it would serve
to sever his critics,
and be his epitaph
in bronze.

She cabbed over from the alley
as if God would ever allow
lightly such a creature of kind
though barren, stacking
appointments against the wall,
the streets following her. She
almost ran into him admiring
herself as the faces pressed
against the glass, pale gums
exposed in admiration, imagining
a huge mattress thrown down
in ruins of her constructed body.

She grew warm and golden,
and laughed lightly. She watched
him spread his smiling face outward-
it divided sound- and held
a brush out towards her.

She laughed again, seemingly unaware
of the power that flashed like
a slim white-glowing fire.

He tried to match her pace, but
it had the look of a painting now of
one-armed chophouses. There would
be no mercy conferences-
just the way they wanted it!

She was the star, and he was falling
as the Pan-Hellenic intercourse failed.

Shasta Daisy

14 Sep

Shasta Daisy cool and sweet
and hot. How I long for those
spring days we shared. Tasting
your sweet sweat in an abandoned
jeep within the old red shed. I
yearn again for the time
when your petals unfolded
and yielded to me, engulfing
all that was me.

Glistening
moist
panting-
we clung to each other
like religions to their
idols.

I devoured you,
you swallowed me whole,
and all around us the shed
was dark. Inside the jeep
that was old and wrecked
we kept finding each other
again and again until we
were both lost to each other
forever.

Caveat Lector

8 Sep

He laughed at sixty-five towards her heart.
Her eyes flashed call me again
There was a coolness cut close to the line-
a delusion for a walking man-
like deadly jelly she undressed him
lightning had come forlorn, weary, even.

This drunken binge and two women
with their faces against his face
between them time slowed sidewise, and
caught a whimper, growing weak,
nerve endings and life on other planets.

He had followed her to take the nightwalk as
the counterman turned shifting from the token
payment of everything and everyone, words
of pride of that great Earth.

He remembered what the salesman said:
“In love, always let the window fall back.”

He thought of the joy of living in this cardboard
covered ghostboat, adrift just off the shore
as the starlight shone in her eyes
and much of their time was spent.

Her lips were the light purple of bruises and
they covered him- on those lips
again the heaviest reverential act, the
worship of the names of those who control
you.

“Damn you! You’re making it murder.”
She screamed in a farewell shot.

She lay panting beneath him shattered
like a partially human circus toy.

“Thousands of persons have died that did not exist.”
He whispered in her ear, and wondered if
she understood their joy.

“Leave me with strangers, may I love again?”
She posed the single question as she crawled
off the bed pulling on her shadow thing coat.

 

Two Dreamers Merging

1 Sep

She weeped as he
enclosed her wrists
in secret flower
shackles there was a
dizziness within him.
Her body was a
hallucination in
stainedglass a holy
labryinth of ecstasy
many regions to explore.

Her breath hibernated
in her throat then its
tempo increased. Her
delicate witchcraft
rushing rusty intoxication
full moons rising pure
unfathomable
alive!

Sparks and silent caresses
in the dark her mouth a
savage fantasy and
opiumden dark red supple
lips leading to a dangerous
hysteria of the flesh

then a whirling love soul
climax transparently
dissolving
wrapped
in quivers and trembling
music together one electric
wholeness- a discovery
of absolution on his
mirror tongue.