Thursday, September 26, 2019

De Profundis

Once again,
The whisper of wind,
And no restraint!
Indomitable strain upon
A seasoned babe,
Imitation is a fool’s game,
I’m deranged!
Daughter,
Warn your children not to walk my way,
If not today,
Maybe tomorrow?
I can feel all of my parents
In dreams unspoken,
Pushing,
So subtle the means,
Leaves float in a basin,
See how lightly they tug at my sleeve,
Looking up with eyes wide open,
The river bleeds and bends the same
Red wine.

The bright river,
The river of death,
The river of tar and knowledge,
The river of opportunity. 
It carries all the dead,
It waters all the crops,
I sat down and wept
As it coursed through my being!

An eternity of suffering 
Was leaving!

I sit in the shade and wait,
An arid waste,
All of it,
Such a waste,
I found no options!
Only death!
I cry to you, Son of man,
You do nothing--
I need to be free.
I refused all counsel,
I refused all grief,
A dark tide swept over me,
I was beset by visions--
Sights and sounds unknown
Crashed around my bed with violence.
I behaved like a beast,
'Drunk down savageness,
Not turned away but fixed my eye,' 
Like a creep
I looked on in delight 
As I fell evermore out of reach.
Ishouldhavebeenapairofraggedclaws
scuttlingacrossfloorsofsilentseas
King of all kings,
Babe of all babes,
Like a lamb I came to slaughter,
Mothers, Fathers,
Look in my face,
Why should I escape?
By what grace?
The wheel that turns the hand
To receive the supplication of a dead land,
Is still the same,
Noname.







x

Tuesday, September 17, 2019

Drive All Night to Get to You

I am here,
I sit nowhere.

St. James clocks in,
I sit firm in his chair,

I could only imagine
How I appear.

I think,

Fuck
It

A
Lot…

I think,

How I got here,
A door becoming open,

An echo of stilettos upon
The front porch of my endorsement.

Imagine me as Kevin,
I am home alone and I just spilled the chili,

Only these beans are all of my decisions leading up to this moment:
Curtains close.

That’s it,
That’s all I know,

I tend to drift,
Like a car on snow.

Like my love to her kiss,
Like heat from a coal,

Where ever love is
I tend to go.

Thursday, June 7, 2018

Twin Ravens

No need to straiten,
I've been dire for months,
Dining and dying
On bile and blood.
Fusobacteria
For a feast no one eats,
The ending result
Of an unkindness of kings.
In the eyes of the Truth
There is no art,
Even a lie
Betrays your own heart.
Two sides to the coin,
Two sides to the grave,
How many more sides
Do we need to explain?

I have grown tired
Talking in vain.

Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Pranayama

Do you ever feel like a skeleton when you breath?
A gymnasium of bones all enclosing around me
If it really encompasses every single thing 
Can I begin to see?

As in,
A hermetic dress,
I’m dumb.
I’m deaf.
I’m numb.
I’m blind.
I’m deaf.
I’m dumb.

Speechless, cupboards boarded on,
Bleachers, watching until it’s gone,
A splash in the pond,
Lochness,
This is my likeness,
Every single thing,
A sophic imprint,
Poetic wane,
The power of the people will never change,
In this I bear witness,
Somethings will always change,
Then who can lay blame?
Will only the blameless be slain?
Bitch, it ain’t Easter,
Ain’t no candy up in that egg, 
It’s more like a fucked up Dali nightmare,
The Orphic Stain,
It remains a fixture,
An entire landscape of suffering and pain,
I mean, what more to witness,
There is no hell, princess,

Other than the one we live in today.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

An ember burns in the deepest place,
I must have found my ace.
I miss you dear, the fire stares,

And the theta waves awake.

Saturday, February 24, 2018

Rough

Can you know what grows
With each blank and pitiless gaze,
The black hole inside of every sun,

The beast in every cage.

Monday, February 19, 2018

Gg

She welcomed me in with a grin and a hello,
You look like a sin but you’re such a nice fellow,
She spoke in a way that struck me as fallow,
The language I learned as I hung from the gallows.

I spent last night in a basement on the hill,
If the remedy doesn’t kill me, I know that I will,
I have these friends that must keep me alive,
And a poem that wonders, who sees through these eyes?