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Blue glass tiles measure dignity
being taken by rough hands
in one inch
by one inch
pieces.
Lay still.
Pinned under a dingy, double pane window
he hovers heavy.
He is the moon’s nemesis;
stealing all its glorious glow and leaving only darkness.
In the shadows he delivers his own dingy double pain,
forces it upon me.
Inside she.
Wide eyed and mouth agape.
Gasping, disbelieving
shallow rhythmic breathing.
FLEUVES
Je suis un fleuve qui court
frénetique
comme un forcené fou
poursuivi
par ma propre folie
emporté par les vents
vers l'ínconnu
profond et noir
avalé comme une goutte
de rien
dans l'Océan
qui m' attend
RIVERS
I am a river flowing
frenetic
like a madman
cursed to flee
by his own madness
taken by winds
towards the Ocean
deep and black
a drop of nothing
swallowed
into a raging sea.
When love touches the quick
of heart and muscle,
steers the mind
with seeming magical chemicals
that intoxicate the brain,
upsets the normal balance,
calm and sane,
this is the spark of creative fire,
that frees the phoenix of desire
and set all senses ablaze,
in psychedelic dances of physique,
like those myriads of semen, when let lose,
seek their way in desperation,
find their goal,
hell bent on achieving pure euphoria.
"For they that carried us away captive required of us a song and they that wasted
us required of us mirth,saying sing us one of the songs of Zion"
Psalm 137:3 (KJV)
We kiss the sole of history
and sing an ode to the cast-iron "no return""conduit
as we bethink junctures of old -
The hand of despotism decreed;
lives were to be crushed,here in the dungeon
Our own betrayed us with a Judas kiss
and handed us over to the canines of the masters
I wonder if anyone had forecast
her passing away...
to my mind thoughts continued to come
should I or should I not
compose a poem
and
Mark Antony came to mind
in Julius Caesar he hath said...
as Brutus must have
Here I come not to praise Caesar
but to bury him...
we must all leave our
differences and idiosyncrasies behind
after one has gone...
we all become equal bones...
devoid of flesh
The Golden Dragon of the Sun
chases his brother from the night
Through the hallowed heavens they race
It is more like play than it is fight
The scales of each fall from the sky
Silver scratches on ebon’ sheet
Amazing to our humble eyes
This delicious, wondrous treat
Black Dragon of the velvet night
pushes the moon across the sky
Keeps the silver disk from falling
making sure it’s high and dry
Golden Dragon of the burnished day
blows fire and warms the field
Silently she sleeps.
Arms outstretched in random fashion.
Body innocent in naked frankness.
Hair, rich golden billows, cloak her pillow.
A smile. face calm. Eyes gently closed.
Breasts rise in time to easy breaths.
Sun, filtered through lazy leaves from
Old oak trees, envelopes her and plays
shadow games on her demerara skin.
I trace her wondrous lines.
She mews and purrs
And softly moves to bring my hands
to play where her body needs they be.
My finger’s tips are gentle, slow and soft
I remember your hands
and their journeys
firm and sure
they planed my hips
smoothing thighs
to abandonment
you touched my eyes
asleep
as if you could see
the visions of want
in my dream
rimming my lips of the taste
lingering from my last meal,
(sometimes you)
your hands haunt me
like ghosts of themselves
where once, you would need
to feel the pressure of us
now,
you pick me up like fine china
pressing my hands to your lips
WHEN JOHNNY COMES
MARCHING HOME
And the troops
came marching home
in files of six and seven
raking
the city streets
like a razor's edge.
And when they passed
four turned their head
the ones on the end
stared straight ahead
The war was over
and the living marched
side by side
with the dead
and Johnny came home
again.
there
out of the blue
soft cuts like runs the rain
crawling
like a naked branch
we flinch in the window
starlight flood
waking in the clearing of
the storm
water falling like thoughts
rapid like breath
the heavy steps of heat in
the walls inching through
the pipes to the heater
samosa coffee in the cup
like warm dreams
the untested kisses
resting in breaths
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