A Letter to Kore

There's a deliciously ferocious,
exceptionally wicked,
absolutely smashing thunderstorm
cackling below and flashing across
the wingspan of sparrows in the wee hours.
Gargantuan limbs of jurassic lightening
are raking across the sky
as the asphalt glows
in prose and vigilance.
I'm listening to vinyl under the deluge,
drinking from a banged up coffee mug
that has consoled me on many black Mondays.
My trepidatious fingers hug rose hip tea
and tap the feverish ceramic skin,
as morning birds twinkle from rooftops.
We relish in the early morning
and become undone by her discourse,
her dusk,
and her delirium.
The ponderous piper lures me
and I accede to the bliss
as cream slickly swirls
the abyss of a red eye.
I throw my head back into the sound,
the enticing sounds of predawn ricocheting
from the belly of the fury.
I throw my head back and I am sailing,
I’m traveling back to watching silent snowfall
coat the majestic evergreen sleeves
as we drive to the Oregon coast.

Felon

Lingering felonious angel

look to the sky...

eagle eyed and grinning.

Tremble beneath the azure waning,

like repentant arches of cathedrals.

The host of night sleeps

still dripping amber,

over a honey coated star scape

of the brave and loving Venus.

As the beaming sketches

of the climbing night time

climaxes into feathered quatrains,

A sweetness chases

a thorny kiss

into the beckoning lambs of night.

My heart swells

and stretches across the city's limits,

and the neon monuments

answers the midnight vagrants.

The southeastern fog horns

and lonely sea vessels,

Pass each other in the morning tides.

I sustain myself on their echoes.

Otherself

The giggling aching otherself

rising up in Celestine octaves

like a tidal wave

lifting through my lungs and brain.

The flesh of ruins

is easy to pierce and mark,

we make our own living pictures

upon the moving canvass

of virgin skin.

The only way to out run the past

is to remember,

to look back and know

where you've been.

The lambs of night

blow out the lights

of vigil candles

adorning forsaken alters,

I mourn the vanishing flame

by virtue of the inevitable dark.

A stranger among fine faces

in the emperors robes

goes privately parading

down Sunset Boulevard.

It is not the love songs sinking

into the magma of

the fabled tell-tale heart.

Unborn Ferns Breathing

she moved next to me

like red wine circles

staining the ivory silk below.

it was like an exhale of clove smoke

and the dialog of mountain sheltered wolves

singing to the amethyst studded pine branches.

and dangling from her lips

i struggled for breath

in a fist of urgent demands and fingers.

giant glaciers pass indifferently

through the harbor,

engulfed in the reverberating fog horn colloquy.

03:00 is beating a bounding heartbeat

just beyond my grasp somewhere.

I am ambling

through the chambers

where shadows ascend

and love can take you out

with a one inch punch.

I rose up on the vapors

of night time movements

now climbing and expiring,

and raining down over my head

like black coffee

being stirred by a spoon

in the absence of cream and sugar.

Starlight

fireflies are the guardians

that keep vigil through the rain

their steady glow must undergo

the things that never change.

Starlight is a bride of June

she pushes ivory after dark,

the songs she makes

the things we take

and plunge into our hearts.

There's nothing left to say today

no turning back this untimely dance

no regrets, just cigarettes

in love and war

and games of chance.

My beloved,

are your roaring, darling?

are you mending summer's dress?

your stow-aways are numbered days

in this madness you've confessed.

In passed lives you took a world by storm

touched by angels in the sky

your reprieve and reverie

continued when you died.

Starlight is a comet passing

she's goddamn brilliant on the page

and timeless through

these things we do

as everything begins to change.

Collide

Just before I engage in dreaming

I can hear the angels scheming

Voices from the trees cry ‘follow’

Within this medicine I swallow

My hands betray me in their writing

Because I can’t control what I’m igniting

Worlds inside me now colliding

My mind a mist in heat subsiding

The unrequited verses astound me

As my unthinkable thoughts surround me

Maybe I should just resolve to silence

be without this mad reliance

To send me into perfect dreams

And rise above this wave of screams

Maybe it needs to be let go

I’m haunted by these things I know.