tragedy

warheads pressing in-formation causing her throat to swell and tighten building desire like cities digging tunnels too deeply disrespectfully into her earth creating openings and avalanches minute tragedies in her stomach leaving little flags where maybe something lies buried tragedy that has nowhere else to go… eat it or fuck it the catch cry as

The experiencer

I am the experiencer necromancer too wizard of the sky my feet are curved like moons I taste the surface of this earth or my imagination portaling through dissolution death seated in soft blooms innocent flying inside spread eagled in my sphere following the crows on course to blue star heart music a snaky illumination

gone magic me

hold me in your crumbling arms I am nothing perfumed and placating slide me through the dust momentary corner smile on red heart face then gone magic me breathspark particles release from nowhere man his pipe is damp non existent pipe relief into black psychedelic portals in holographic space suit wild number 4 silver and

mini death

    wishes are fishes he touches me with his smile every time i die   and still i survive life’s excruciating want my heart falls wider   on a cloud i am my feet dangle in the sea purveyor of all   i am a spider my ribbon is curling wind spinning the future

Part 2. Death of A Poet ~ Mary Anne Baartz

Her words remain in the shadows. That is the plan but she’s forgotten or has never consciously known, so determined to get it right. It’s a fight to the death. She papers her walls with rejection slips. Pouncing on the occasional publication, her fury slobbers over those words already on the page drenching them in

The Goodbye

My response to Rilke’s Duino Elegies ~ Number 10 His baby weighs nothing floating on bony palms Practicing sacrifice A grimacing prayer Thin breathless arms soft with natures last flourish the stroking of hair A habit of care No hope and rapidly fading Superficial Life We frame our fascinated tongue in gilded verbs We bring

magic bow

  he draws taut his magic bow one arrow a drop of vitriol relief is slow …. … .. . temporary…. Awareness erupts as poison slides home.

Released

  Thin lines of light fall a forest of indivisibility the cage door unhinges gently footsteps on the air folding like silver skin sliding through the glass    

Sunlight Dreaming

  fading purple flowers lie softly plush stitching old old knees and infant fingers s t r e t c h i n g in jagged space to smooth incongruous cheeks like paper drawn with lines and finely etched madness in eyes too full of sunlight dreaming