July 2019 – Page 3 – Theater of Sorrows

Toxic

Plump lips suck the toxic from bones
Suck the chill from tarnished air
Thaw it with expelled contortions that reverberate
Off of stained-glass membranes within lost epochs
Wrapping us in saturated dreamscapes
Beneath moody, melancholy arches of beautiful, dusty blues and greys

Unless

– Written in different passages –

Where

Slumber does not caress every crumbling tomb
Nightmares become death dream-circles
Unending, haunting plights in the afterlife
The inbetween where the lifeless live
Puppet bones with empty eyes, dancing to an unseen conductor
Paying tolls in backward circles that collide with eternity…

Plump lips suck the velvety, muted decay
Like it’s a romantic violet embryo in shades of ruffled, spongy lust –
Cemented to dementia hearts, choking from barbed wire tourniquets
You wear a disheveled crown of poetic solitude
Siphoned from the rusty, wretched gears others have welded to their bones…
You pull pistons with pen, coil torque with tongue, until it snaps
Slice air with fermented, soiled tears, sliding like worm trails down a recycled smile
Beneath a frosty sunset as scorching, sultry orange withers to sage –
Hovers over shadows and mottled statues that guard the institute of blue clarity –
Its mental steps leading to your grim spirit
Where every dense atrocity is encrusted with prickly, inflamed spines –
Bristly molecules that need a solvent before their debris dusts the fields with psychosis
What possessed the universe to unleash your brutal beauty into my emptiness?
What possessed me to string your thorns into a necklace –
That I adorn with my tender throat?
What possessed fire to dance between us?
I toss my hair beyond the reach
I don’t care about naked judgments from clothed strangers

Plump lips suck the rancid juice from the feast –
The blackened silt from terracotta twilights heart
Tongue sliding slow and cool up a lustless spine
Between each rough vertebrae it licks at the stars
Stroking their bliss into erratic vapours of ambrosial tendrils
Blooms that decorate the darkness with euphoric circadian residue
The moon salivates with each gushed, throaty breath
Time divides between fate and fallacy
Severing false tongues with razor sharp incisors
And we become a constellation of our own –
In the midnight sky
We unfurl among star births
Flowering, lacy love amid silver-passion explosions
Cocoons of hidden clouds forming lush, diaphanous, watercolor candy
That we glide through on our way to a mystical harvest of marigolds and wormwood
Rendering a celestial bridge to the unknown
And a louche of the perfect tint
Milky sweet

Plump lips feasting on divine, luscious madness

Wretched Things

The crows circle this turbulent air, amethyst clouds puffy with beautiful decay
Wretched things puking debris
I don my collar of discontent, a silky black feathered rosette
Heavy rejection comforting my weary head
I’m remiss, in this pain… no collecting all these morbid thoughts
There is no room for loveliness here
In this foul, sadistic atmosphere, where even the demons are haunted
As they spiral down into the rabbit hole
To find oblivion in new volumes of misery –
Sinking further into ooze that crawls with lamentations
Specters poeticizing about woe and death
In smoky caverns, where worms are murky, their fleshy bodies distorted with weeping thorns
From feasting on acid rain
Do not touch their prickly, venomous armature against your skin
Or suffer the corrosive nature – how your flesh falls away, layer by layer, melting… peeling…
To remind you of your brevity
That various degrees, depths, altitudes, latitudes, dimensions exist within this circle of chaste collapse
Its riots, disequilibrium, firestorms –
Char chemical gardens, leaving gnarled, twisted, bent ruins
Jagged hieroglyphs of mysteries bursting with answers that carve questions
Since before origins were painted… then written…
Since before the dirt was marked with bones of sorrow
Since before death was anointed with sinister distortions
There is no moon tonight, just a violent, cerulean hole, sucking in water and spitting out dust
There is no magnet to pull the stars from their sockets –
Lure the moon from her bitter sabbatical
Feast on these hideous and lovely precious things
This is no midnight collaboration
But through the earths crust, doused with stones and weeds; A pod resting, blossoming petals tucked away
Splits, sprouts and climbs, its gangly vine curving and slithering like a calligraphic love letter
Defying curses, afflictions and pestilence
Tender leaves scratch, poke at the dirt; Peek out
Quell lifes indiscriminate brutalities
An innate knowing
That eternity unwraps time from its sedated follicles
The sun will soon be gliding across the sky, bees calling, butterflies playing
Flowing into lifes elemental atrium
But momentarily
The sky lurches and rumbles, cracks and hisses its icy, rancid breath, painting a frigid emptiness…
Sometimes the blue can feel like drowning…
Sometimes the blue can feel like dying…
Some day will tears fall from the eyes of someone crying
For me?
Ducking beneath its soil blanket –
Tunneling back into the moist, warm earth; waiting patiently to bloom, to thrive
There is no pinched stalk here, no waxen leaves nor wooden determination
Just a gentle hum, a tranquil momentum; A Picasso blue beautifully lulling a gentle patience
To drift, to dream
The place, the space, the ripe moment will unfurl, and in the meantime –
To sleep until the moon returns

Layers of Wounds, Greys and Blues

You were the soul of despair, wild with neediness, clinging to yearning
I was the ravenous heart, tortured with emptiness, stinging in the key of blue
Enraptured… through each others words, sordid and pure –
We Became
And I fell, and I fell, and I fell into you
I drank your darkness and your light like it was a black cherry breve
Almost drowning, as was my usual subscription
But eventually the fire dance that caused such rapture
Became a collision, then a septic incision that made love obscure
Your pain fed my need (cut me, wound me, let your fire burn – consume me)
Your woe broke my heart (your heart vandalized, your wounds trivialized, Shadowland, your trust vaporized)
Sentiment…
Your eyes told me secrets that I already knew
The me in the mirror speaks volumes without words
I don’t know what’s worse now, to be silent or unheard…
I need to retreat from this mushroom carousel
Angels on fire; we fell through the sky
Thunderbird constellation just out of reach
No gypsy to foreshadow your ebb and flow highs
You were a lost child, ravaged trust, moonless heart
I was black hole sadness, failed hope, waning star
There is no color to define your pain
No alchemy to extract pigments burnt into your mind
Nor poppies to quench realities cruel little games
Only me to kiss your words before they leave your eyes
So achingly deep
A ghost-shadow in flight
Your words spin the stars into lights in my head
Tracing the pages where you’ve written your pain
Where you’ve noted your heartaches, and bent bones, and sighs
Loves sorrowful path gleaned through beautiful heartbreaking words
At times felt like metastasized butterflies
You shove your pain into the air with each breath
And I’m wounded by its depth, and its width and its plight
I wish that there had been just one space you felt safe when alone –
When eternity injected fate with the gift of hindsight
We’ve been gauzy and flowing, sparkling and blue
Deadly and creeping, unraveling on cue
My name on your lips like a silk valentine
Your long braids, scars and ink, and that wild in your eyes
Metrical, fragrant, plumy prisms; Mechanism –
Crystallized…
Petals of hope spin and twist in grey air
In the mist I’ll keep searching, every time you’re lost there
Sea glass, feather-star light the way
Past patterns permeated with sediment, past rose worms chewing on decay…
I see the vapor of your kiss on the bathroom mirror
I sense your visions, sighs and myths whether they’re murky or sincere
Search for longing, search for meaning in your laughing eyes
Let you chase me naked at midnight in our backyard
Beneath a dappled, nubbly, Northwest grapevine sky
Indelibly indesinent; Loves wounds are scrolls that weave and meld
Raven wing night; Star and moon on the cusp
Illuminate love unparalleled