the animals

domesticate the animals 
these people will eat you
(everything is an illusion)

sounds from a room
sex or death
coming or going,
I nail the door shut
the stench is overwhelming
(the kids shouldn’t see this)

you and your soft porn eyes,
my celestial high
my overground

what will I do without you
when the fears reawaken,
without your touch,
without the promise of everafter

(Of Sex and Death Art Print by mjtillustration)

A beautiful man
falls limp
in the sun
radiation of
a beautiful woman

(Image from www.mcadjessica.com)

And the touch of her hand

even though it was a mistake

was a thrill-full grace 

from heaven

Unfinished around her

body as a writhing mime 

I am unfinished around her

eyes blind and hands are seers

elevated “kiss” translates to “fuck”

stream of blood the flow of soul 

live from the cut as she licks it up

morph from ordinary lovely flower

to strange hideous fire

and writhing mime

I write for you

because I will never have you

So this is everything

and nothing at all

beginnings are here

endings are here

where I bloom

radiate

decay

I can not touch

but I write the word... touch

and feel every part of you

rough to smooth

welcomed torture

wishing for an hour

of holding you

happiness, no

instead

another poem

and a lifetime

of suffering

Sometimes Love

Sometimes love is a cautious character
playing her first part in a play

Sometimes sitting on a well-worn bench
in a park
watching the leaves blow by

Sometimes love floats around like a secret
Each whisper tells it in a different way

Sometimes there are no words for love at all
Just a smile from a beautiful woman

The Dog-Rose And The Parma Violet

Outside my window

the second-story tree and the sounds of the city

( blackbirds & dumptrucks )

A child like a butterfly fluttering in the breeze

dances in the grass,

Her soul like a fire willfully contained

and then set free,

I remember that energy as if it were my own;

She laughs

and her laughter becomes a part of me,

She smiles

and suddenly I feel myself smiling,

She tosses her hair back and leans towards a flower...

   Whom do you love or lust for this hour?

   I know you have wilderness inside that silence

   Come out and show me,

   In all of your brilliance!

   Trust in your fears

   and you will surprise them,

   I know you have it in you

   Your disguises are beautiful.

Outside my window a storm approaching,

Its' chill-gray shadow devouring the land;

A child from a flower raises her head,

Looks up while wiping loose hair from her face.

I saw her shine - it was fading away,

The same way a love-song will slip out of memory

when love is abused;

I remember'd it once

and ran like a child afraid of the pain.

She laughs like a thief before the theft,

A child as only a child can be in the rain

... How it feels to be naked!

She twitches the first few times her skin is struck,

She laughs at the way it tickles,

She feels more freedom in this than when the sunshine

hugs her skin with warmth.

    A raindrop's a funny thing   she says,

    It'll find the places noone has found.

Outside my window an image of you

drops like a rainbow from cloud to ground.

I sit back and wonder what your smile would look like

if my pen were a paintbrush

and this paper were canvas,

Such beauty is often the simplest thing

like a smile makes a woman

or a word makes a poem.

... I love you ...

Not the way a man would hold you

and touch you and kiss you

and tell you that he loves you,

Such a man would whisper his love to the deaf

or promise his heart to a concubine;

Rather I love you as I love the child

who leans towards a flower and laughs in the rain...

Love can be felt so many different ways;

I think of you

again

I love you!

- a trip through the outlines

When we have visions

& apparitions

the mind outside itself is f  re  e

Chem+i+c=al creatures carrying cryptic codes

FUCK in  s Tra Nge belongings

W=e akwire u 4 alien birth

& dissem^inate our silver s o u l s  for wisdom

? Which of you will fulfill a dream...

Which will become a pestilence ?

Into

Can you see out your window

    O bless'd night !

As the voyeur slips by

the movie changes scenes

And then i saw Innocence

dancing in a ring of fire

And the sparks were like

white-tigers leaping

And the crowd threw their hands up

each time a tiger bit her

And her blood, like the flag

that waved overhead,

Gave proof through the night.

i tell you this

... god is not happy

And the angel he gave to you

is flying away!

you're a waste of good flesh,

a good cause for the coming

of the 2nd human cleansing

... let the rains begin!

This stain on my cheek

looks like a tear

because

- well

because it is

.

Looking for a Rose

Looking for a rose

that sweet form of prose

that enervates the flesh

& stupifies the soul

A myriad of stolen

pleasures & dreams

given unto thee

diamonds & gold

Just You & I

& the stillness of sky

losing each other

in each other's eyes

Skipping the stars

bright stones on a lake

Flowers in your hair

sipping on the mandrake

We can be numb

Softly succumb

to the music of angels

tambourines & drums

Traveling like restless

arpeggios of Love

Aptly aplomb

Like lovers in Love.

close, a'little closer

Goodgods live in seas of

blacknight forestry...

all sights, sounds & smells

dancemingle cosmetic'ly...

rain does not whisper like this

in any other garden...

even as cold as i am not even

as cold...

Or slower than this, the prize of

time in a dollar...

more medicine's hard to find but

twice as noticed...

my clouds are falling down apart

from stardust...

we're just as close as they are just

a'little closer...

Thoughts of an Attractive Woman

(observed a girl getting stared at by a guy next to her on the beach, and wondered what she must have been thinking)



They have eyes
and that's what they are - 
they're all around me
they're expanding
when i sit or kneel or stand
  or bend over
  or cross my legs
they're always watching
  always there
they don't even know me...

They have mouths
and that's what they are - 
they're always talking
sometimes moving
they're drooling & whispering & dropping
  and telling friends
  and poorly smiling
they're always speaking 
  always open
they don't even know me...

They have thoughts
and that's what they are - 
they're always thinking
always guessing
i can feel them even when i'm alone
  or in a crowd
  or with a lover
they're always there
  always haunting
they don't even know me...

they don't even know me

Camouflage

Painted faces
Camouflage clothes & bow-tied laces
 ... the seranade

Hypnotist
Nature's finest exterminator
... the madden'd brain

The brush smells of liquid dawn
   & deer in heat
   he scrapes his horns
A hunter lies still in his shadow
                                  against a tree
 bow in hand & arrow drawn...

there is no finer moment than this

and a breath,
                     if one were taken,
 would
murder the scene

                 This is the hunt...

                                           This IS the hunt!

The hands of a Christ

Your eyes are centripetal pathways

Chameleon liaisons

Unfettered castaway schoolgirls

biting their lips

& curling their tongues

I tried to look through them

or sing them a song of silence

The only thing holding me back...

Warm fluid fills flaccid fountains

BURST!

- the energies fall a p a r t quickly

Dare to reunite your tasseled love

by pressing up against it

or reaching through the glass

as if I had the hands of CHRIST

to perform such a miracle!

lying on coldDank-slimy sheets beneath a fan

2 hearts adopt the silence as new fear

& decipher its' code.

about a girl

Beauty? ... she was innocent

simple-hearted, unadorned

I saw her once behind the counter

Her smile was tiffany-woven

She loved to laugh

She had a serious side

She was artless but somehow

   she deluged the field

She was hesitant

She danced when the spotlight

   disdained her

She was better than the rest

and it left her alone...

It's sad to see beauty such a fragile thing

a cry in a curled-up corner of a room

   When Beauty beats a man insane

   Insanity leaves the heart forlorn.

Caught off-guard

All this time calming the soul

Deep gentle breathing     in&out

The restless eye ( as always ) in tune

...

                 a smile preserved for you.

And turn          And NOW!               and

                                                caught

                                            off-guard

and the sudden SpLaSh of childhood love

And hands are prisoners         and words

                                            imprisoned

                                                        by

                                                       lips

are just the start of this.

- watching a Norah Jones t.v. concert

The world is good,

i'm sure of it...

   ( there's always time to look at the sky )

i saw it in a young girl's face,

The light of it

consumed me...

Hear her voice,

a smooth jazz...

   ( there's always time to enjoy that tune )

i wrote it down in a fallen state,

the warmth of it

consoled me...