Wednesday, September 11, 2024

Three hundred parasangs

The deep churning [churning]
Turning [turning]
Of the shadow-black sun
From the bottom of the well
Wind moves leaves across
The circle view
Rains pouring down from above
Sprinkle his face
Beneath the cold, cold stone
A bones-knowing that a change
is coming.


Wednesday, August 14, 2024

Sketches for Neptune’s Dream (Yesod’s Mouth)

I am the spell
Walking into form 
The structures built
From behind a curtain

Among figures clad in black catsuits
Conducting the squeals of 
Freshly painted wood on castor wheels

Here, I stand
In the dark
Draped and crowned,
Ready for my cue.


Tuesday, July 9, 2024

Anima forma corporis

I know as only animals do
the scent of you.
Not the sweet smelling soaps, expensive cologne, nor the freshly laundered clothes—
No, I remember none of those. 
I know only as animals do
the scent of you.
Sour salt of night old 
Bed stale skin, hot and wet
Spiced with laughter
Bright and odiferous as the waning sun 
Through painted linen
Permeating the air
Played into a song 
By the orchestra of my olfactory senses;
Excited by a tune so rare and new 
So acutely did it learn each note;
Each wafting reign of its highs and lows,
To the mid-tones of unfettered trust 
And secrets told through the eyes alone—
I know as only animals do
the scent of you.
But how can it be true,
Separated by miles and years,
I did just now trace it passing through?



Tuesday, July 2, 2024

The Shake

Last night
Subtle in sound
As I slept
The tiny tremors of the Earth
Reverberated between my ears;
Whispering vibrations,
Frequencies rippled
In the liquid of my body.

In the morning,
I awoke 
And adjusted the frames on the walls.

Without warning,
I've changed my mind.


Sunday, June 30, 2024

The Messenger (A Knight Carries; A King Weighs; A Queen Cradles)

In your childlike freedom, I possess you.
In our separateness is our embrace,
As a shadow to the sun.

Empty words fill the empty space.

A vision writhes in the primordial net
Of desire not yet made real—
At least, not to flesh.

I awoke from the dream with a wound I could feel;
One only ash and feathers could heal.

Still,

It is the heart’s intent.

Another mountain quest
Another Ark of the Covenant—treasure or vessel,

A locked vault. 

Wanted, sought.

Nested within 
An elegant chest.


Saturday, June 29, 2024

reprosexuality

My lover has a secret door
behind the wet bar
to an underground library
with windows
ceiling to floor
into the shining black eyes of
enormous beasts
in a deep blue sea.

The creatures who visit me there
are eons old, all-knowing
and hungry
for company.



Friday, June 28, 2024

Pyrolysis

Six flames
sent
to one name
folded quiet 
and tight
enveloped inside
stationery
unlined—
blank but for
the charred tips of 
used matchsticks
which wrote charcoal scripts
to be known by
only their recipient.