elemental, hollow.

pageant of ministry your misgivings given to sullen star-clad nonchalant Comings and goings Imprint upon us, this living I do not want what you wear as I no longer care to displace, yours or mine, this distaste, take a masque fitted on face,  misplaced here is no longer safe I can no longer call you home. timeworn tellings, erode, peel story lost its’ appeal cold iron piercing will not heal maniacal raving sounds to my ear as though you are leaving. dear one, hold onto your throne as I extract this fire from bone I am alone. always Always, a … Continue reading elemental, hollow.

A folding of forms

There is blood in the indecision Ineffectual in effigy The loss stains the water mayhem comes before form of thought and action corals, pale blues finger upon cold lips a radiance too dark finds history in current life just below the surface a glamour of perspective honesty is brutal rippling reflections waves carry a secret until encountering break red droplets of regression palette silver anguish of green cut to the quick, knowing of life in-between image courtesy of Pinterest Continue reading A folding of forms

none of us

it never was how you know Lord sees your side ways backslapping, fools errand running in whiteout conditioning grace to meet maker’s storybook end. all of it was for naught nothing but pyrite misfire echoes a face unforgivable, forgotten by time falling sand in a glass blown into being by lips of godless song hovering above a happening it felt like something we do not have words for. it never was what you see always what you feel at the center. start a heart, extinguish a breath you have kept secrets. Lord’s mercy don’t mean payment won’t be due. now … Continue reading none of us

after all fail us

existing in a word kinetic reaction of a soulsearch; follow-up interview leeched through stone fetch me water, boy learn of your elders wipe spittle from my lips that’s disorder, sir Krav maga of difference bring your dead down, low now to the river head down, eyes closed you can feel swelter, festering around wound locale of bindings, bound to feel something other than Pouring circles of salt and charcoal Lost count of your Seleucid era walls of Jericho restored to glory Bitter, sweet are you counting, By the riverbank gather, Making pigments from blood Muddy importance with indigo Dance and … Continue reading after all fail us

I.II.III.

I. Temper temper temper Speaking 31 flavors Of madness, you stalk me once again Dance in iris tourniquet Titan Breaking through seals Make the deal A Devil sits at my table Progenitor of pale hollow The air in here is casual A callous malice whispers Pressing upon all the dreams Dying in the cracks Of the floor II. There’s a model of your bathroom from the old apartment in my heart where you live. there’s a deal with a Devil on my mind why is negotiation such a grind in this place there’s a Giant at my table talking about … Continue reading I.II.III.

Ashen tones

cold bones of ash brush down hidden in seeds of carbon flesh of daoine sídhe commend both sides with grief it’s flowing down running around madmen on toadstools squawking of sound many moons to see poison was free move on down into valley maple, rust phoenixes of dust have come upon thee, naught be here now come on down death moves quietly evening nightshade no wheat to sow nor corn to grow just bones in ash ashen tones seeded in carbon no more disease just nothing now, bereft empty seasons of greystone snow all journeyed onto great halls below o … Continue reading Ashen tones

precession

we could have burned. tidal obliquity perfume of your nascent rejection lingers near syllables still cling to ear, barely hear breath from ashes Perihelion precession torque, force me to behave open discourse Morse code, of course we were wounded. bottom has never felt so coarse, hoarse from feeding remorse another antrorse. tiger tusk powdered upon gilded grievance angelic remnant refuse refused to note confusion savaged back upon illusion, your intrusion jack-jawed sibilance scurry meth-maddened mechanics of apsis aperture, until I fall asleep defenseless in ambition Wp=mgr/Iw your angular nature brings moments of inertia vectors and tensors depend all on Euclid’s … Continue reading precession