WOMEN


(both exe's and why's)

eden


she shared my tongue
(and the rest of the flesh)
as my heart was a prisoner
behind these ribs from which
she’d once emerged

her creatures came
from a darker place:
the springs of earth’s fecundity

our arrogance called it
“making love”
though it evaporated
like the sweat
that accompanied it’s rumbles

yet still
my heart’s a fallow field
tread
‘til some new garden’s bloom


autumn in her hair


autumn in her hair
leaves
that change
from green
to anything

her forests:
joyous campgrounds
for my souls
that have always hated
ground and camping

her streams:
volcano fed
with silt on the banks
but sweet to taste
and sweeter
to bathe in

her fauna:
at play in her mind
and in her odors
the animals live
in the musk of life's origins

her earth:
here
reflecting the sun.
the source of the morning
is smaller
than her sunset eyes


valentine '03


peace was never promised
(a promise is a pregnant lie)
but love has owned me
with a whisper
since the blood
heard in my ears

her blood that fills my worship
that fills my lips
that feeds the love
to keep hearts beating

her whispers
when silent
as asleep
or smiling
or cumming
with the silence that comes
only with the violence
of deep love
and deeper loving

these gifts

a wretched man
a supplicant
the day my blood
whispered her name


four poems

1:
dream
worship sleep

as if in my mad woman
a delicate boy sky
falls
like life

and day whispers
please
winter could shine


2:
we go on
the beat stops

true
he said

but men want the void
their chant in forest breast
and time's gorgeous shadow

we
you me
are above one and two and all

you sit
you ache
a lake
a flood
the essential moment
beneath
love's garden


3:
eating the sea
fingers on petal skin
smooth beauty felt
a rip in my vision
a rain gift screams through

am me
am she
go together
drunk
like an elaborate symphony
only easy


4:
madly
like a smooth forest

a shadow, true
like me

of lazy whisper
sad dream summer
under her beauty and girl appearance

though she storms
raw black tv
behind honey skin

rain love on garden crush
through sweet woman sky
my gorgeous friend


cleave my soul
and get this black stain
out
it rests with seashells
and promises
dead in the dry sand
of my mind

it rests with poetry
and the salt tastes of her e.e. (cum)mings
dead in the arid surface
of my tongue

the snow on nakedness
the sun burning reds for whites and
browns for loving
dying in the memory
of my skin

here with the arcade joys
and the fearful pleasures
it rests with the weakening muscle
of my heart

cleave the soul
and free it from
the mad undulations
of sex games and no games
free it from the dying tension
of my loins

from the soul
which greedily maintains
some hope without
while all else
dies within.


flatso


flatso's silence
a punishing ritual
like a hair
in the soap
her blood
on the toilet
nail polish on the floor

the squirels
still dance
it's not for us

for me,
the stranger,
the party's over

the party is over
now


i want the girl
who’s wearing the gloves
that match the dress
that lies on the floor
as we dance
to the kiss
of the night


majestic


crushed
beneath the burden of
your terrible insult

and lost

and claw tortured

eyes
cast down (like raindrops)
and left
and right
and never up...
(avoid holy notice)

in here
in this mouth
(that forgives nothing)
bones are gnawed
(the cost of this injury)
while a heart beats
like a fist to drown
in liquid forgetfulness

my second hand majestic
wounded by your razor tongue

(sooner measure a forest against THAT weed)


the distance we put I-the first
between ourselves
became much greater;
your wretched return.

holding my hands II-the psych major
through distasteful
saturnalia
'till all that was left
were my hands
at arms distance.

childish orgies III-the debutante
our organs together
our hearts worlds apart.
i can't even talk to you.

we passed the time IV-waitress #2
in each others arms
to return from each other
to ourselves.

i flatter myself V-the freelancer
at your expense

how is paris VI-the paisley blonde
this time of you?

when the drugs ran out VII-janus the 2 faced god
so did you, to incestuous
insect relations.

i will never be one VIII-l'etranger
with another.

it is a grisly scene; IX-the old maid
i've convinced you
but have no conviction
of my own.

lies, X-the child
my greatest disappointment.

over you? XI-the past
i'm the god damned
sky


love is a corpse
that rots in the night
when downwind and blinded
we stumble over
and take her home


my lips


my lips
on her lips
without rehearsal

"end me"

she gave me
sounds
from a silent closet

"ah, yes"

sounds; familiar & distant.

damp love sounds
sticky warmth under sticky blankets.
quiet sounds of mirth and smiley.
sounds from long ago.

like jericho, sideways,
a wall came down.

"am, en."

OUR ANIMAL FRIENDS

burrow
bonelessly
searching for the corpse
of night

gretel crumbed
a moonlit ‘here’
leaves behind
a swirling nowhere
then shimmers
like daylight
or silver in the shadow’s dark

his paths
are dead concessions

are sad migrations
to a secret
silent
bed.


cancer

i live
in a dark place

anaconda rib-caged
over
primitive loins
loving aught
but your empty
vessel

in this crust
I hermit
changing phyla
like a raincoat
(crab-thing to snail-thing)
transmogrified
reaching to vaults
of unknown
havens

or heavens

and hells that teach
the lonely truth:

the emperor has
no skin


desert fingers


fingers
filled with poison
clawing out a home
between the desert rocks
my dry abode


house of steel
a hollow, hollow truth
cry out;
my white wings
crucified against the
azure.

eagle plumed and visionary
in true denial of a true destination
a true destiny

how far from there to here?
(i'm hugging my soul to keep my soul in)
immeasurably brief,
but the weight of the light...
holds me down and blurs my
vision

round shadows obliterate all faith
in the 5th representative
of reason.

wearing
wings of flesh
in denial of my true
destiny


it broke my mind
again
today

that squirrel
ascended,
sun exposed. the frightened side. the day-lit con.

him. grey
of face,
wizened by the drops
of love’s slow poison
(where light reflects
the lie, only)
still, he trusts a cruel desire.

the ocean can’t resist the beach
absorbed
by her warmth
and in her light rejoicing ;
but the ocean is no frail victim.

for us?
our safety is
ebon perched
clad in tiara of the moon
or in the shade of shadow’s tree.


plath cut up two from: the burnt-out spa and hardcastle crags


i pick no family-featured ghost;
an old beast.

pry like a doctor
among
enamel bowls,
and pipes that made him a monster
fire smelted
of pale blue
as resin drops
the small luster
under her footsoles.

no animal spoils
the meadow
mute as boulders.

step.

the rafters
the chair
how long his rubbish, wool and birds.


to all of you birds
hammering out your songs
please remember
silence is a mercy
and a graceful place

your dinosaur gyrations
no longer the charming dance
put those ugly battles
back to sleep

this territorial morning
let me find my dreams again
you dirty
dirty
dirty
thieves

SCIENCE AND ALCHEMY

anaximenes


it's the spinning
and the fire
lashing out

the land settles
in the drowning
beneath the heavy air
and my love passes


collapsing
like a star
in the thickest blue
of my own poison

incinerate
the moon


diamonds

say goodbye
to everything
so beautifully pointless

my secret shames
trickle
like rock
under great pressure
(no longer secret,
they’re shouting from the battlements
“nike, nike, nike!”)

stripped of lies
(stripped of beauty -
the truth that sleeps in a lies abundance)
diamond is carbon
like my exhalations
stolen
everyday

and we all die
as time falls off
like salome’s veils

and
atoms
kill the ether

this is not
an honest life


mars


there he is
war
star of my heart
once to the south
then in my sky

here is the message:
i move
there is death
and the promise
of death
in my moving


for a mother and her rocks

FIRE CRACKED
AND EBULLIENT
SLIPPED FROM YOUR TOUCH
ON THE HORIZON
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mad dead icharus
broken heart
of rock
and iron
--------------------------------------------
loves vapor kills
--------------------------------------------
a blue pussy
unctuous
and servile
---------------------------------------------
one inch
of anger
in your red face
and bitter
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pluto, who art thou
cold
motherless
underworld


i am nexus
the waves crash
and whirl
through me
as the sand
struggles to clear its bed

there is no here
but the folding of two

gravity is floating
flowing downward
breaking my bones and making new
crystal

the radio blares
the faces seek answers
i have nothing to offer
but the white tinny noise
and the balance
out of reach


rocks


i


long


to


live


the
slow life
of stone

DRUGS AND SLEEP

aspera me juvant


The rose appears
inside the glass

a chemical invades
and terror rides out
through locked eyes


awaken


alive
again

born on the tongue
of eight dead
and pleasant hours

ended now

awakened
to this horrible moment

and me

the silence of delusion
the weight of despair
i collapse like a star
when its fuel is converted
perverted by time and fate.

now the shower.


bar and grille


the bar and grille
is rusted
and waiting is the hardest place

eating boredom
with a damaged fork
or a cotton dress made mute...
the ivory tongue

toxic and hungry
4 things scream
(the rest i cancel out)
and a monkey could do this

such unholy noise

in his image
we all piss blood

it's on the menu
like dead fish,
banging metal noise,
and saturday


the bed weeps

a canopy

only time
covers it with clean sheets
muffles its humanity
rests

stab light
with bleary eyes
pupils open
like a woman's love

black handles
red walls
the woods
her arms that held the meat
in

tomes and tonics
and memories that taste like
ashes
and mold

the only arms
to hold anything
now


bleeding fire
soaking in the sadness
like lonely gasoline


chill and damp
this earthworm morning
loamy with the silt of rules

on the cracks
(the pavement teeth)
our car's fearful push

to alexandria

to the north

to the source of all things
cold

begins


the dawning day
like a bludgeon

restless
it awakes


good night yesterday
the moon has pulled me
to the night
pooling with the other darknesses
under iron skies
on an iron bed
in a tired place
of calm


london

an echo in the bone;
the evening's cool embrace,
aloof.

out at sea,
a party,
submerged in
blue-green tears.

the proof
eludes the senseless
years
through sensible days
of plenty and woe.

but empty hands and
churches, clockless,
whisper crystal
"time to go."


london memories

scrawled on the surface
in the desert of waiting
"way out"

bang

grand central christmasly lit chaos
grand fucking central from my eyes in london flat
grand central station gold & gilt chandelier of crystal
& pine.

my eyes tremble open.
inverted, my eyes see all the room.
there is janus a'nod. maybe i left her in manhattan.
such a pretty pillow.

bang

indexical islands
white capped waves licking metalic beach
not waiting for me as i had waited.
violet sky over sand, verte. and orange sun, sans rind.
no natives.

my eyes tremble open.
eyesee feet, mine, resting on a wall.
where is j-?
quiet worship of old mother earth
via porcelain autophone, shyly.

bang

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Texte: (c) 2008 esp
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 10.12.2008

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