arrows & spears

slingin' blood

2010-11-05T15:33:00.000-07:00

i thought,

i can't believe!

though

could

it be

the

traumatic blows

to my delicate head

now ringing with vibrating tendrils?

... ... ... maybe

should an aged, carved,

wood ship of the sea,

bound by the earth,

tear space time without any explanation,

wormhole'd or

whatever, in acceleration beyond imagination,

and literally (deliberately) devour,

destroy,

dissipate,

or dare i drone (on)... dominate

one or one hundred hallucinations,

shared, compressed concentrations

that divvy

an apparition,

a fallacy,

of indirect intention, or misguided direction?

honestly,

who knows

really?

inward despair can manifest and rear

it's coward, longing head, horns and all, even here,

clinging on to churning, lonley, boiling oceans

we can all relate

we're all already covered in the same dirt

burning, fuming, and working under the same sun

so for what? i thought

what is the point?

is there a point?

i know i don't need to ask you

i just burn another bowl

to the bottom of my ... bowl

mouths apart

2010-11-05T15:31:00.001-07:00

are red flags massing?

no longer
transparent
I make out
the pigment
and saturation

like the
blood
in our
wounds
filling the gaps

they are there

like
the guilt
the fear
the dreams
that haunt
of loss

they come in waves

in the grit

2010-11-05T15:27:00.001-07:00

i keep you away
but still pick up
all the gears you leave
rotating metal
medals for me to
keep

no longer strung on hard wire
but string
unwound from your heart
even when i'm away
you tangle
you unwind

about you
it's always about
proper this,
that
engagement, hook, placement
...timing

socially inept
we say nothing
though i have an instinct
anonymous to unknown
you have no mirror
you have no conscience

on love

2010-11-05T15:25:00.000-07:00

the approaching frenzied
locust-like hum
of your heart (rings)
housed deep in porcelain cage
bound by flesh, fiber, and sinew
skin stretched tightly over elegant calcium frame

i give it music
and a radiant bouquet
while we share
a sunday drive down wide shady lane
hair in the breeze,
sun mottled skin

we're
drunken ghosts racing
anxiously,
rattling the great gates
jarring
rusted teeth

your prize blooms crackle
for lack of a spark, turn to dust,
then the dark begins to move
counterclockwise.
reminds me of the cosmos
in the rustic night sky

i barely comprehend
the efforts of every
frantic, shivering atom
that brought me to you
and i can think
of nothing else

This Vein Is Collapsed: On To The Next One

2010-03-16T17:57:00.000-07:00

[Not that long ago...]

I'd been dreaming of colossal, dull rigs. Not the sterile kind like you want

I fell into infatuation and my potions went dark. Morphing, deep crimson clouds that were at once both beautiful and grotesque

Oh the world was alllright- at least.... it seemd that way

like.the.burning.in.Your.heart -when human connection runs dry, there is only a cavity, aching to be filled-

[so I did just that]

fresh meat! fresh blood!

I never had a chance