Thank you so much, to those whom have taken the time to read my work. I’ve only shared my writing with a handful of people, so this experience has been life changing. You are all so gracious, supportive and have shown me that my work has a place in the world. And that means everything to me. Now if I could only figure out how to format so that my poems would show up looking how I want them to look… 🙂
I am severed from the world; I am the pale
Not the dark with its coagulated tentacle appendages, nor the light with its placenta Amaranth aspirations
I am severed from myself; Suffering the inertia of young skin sucked from its bones –
Innocence like a gelatinous knot slurped through the gapped, woolen teeth of mockery
Irrevocably estranged from existence, too grotesque for my own shadow, it moans like a ghost haunting disappointment
A nest of silkwood threads in my chest and I… I dismally built my armamentarium of woe…
You are my scripture
Warm skin sacred against my tear-stained, lonely cheek
An invocation from passages of a well-worn, celestial tome –
Each chapter –
Parched words that search for divine meaning
Countless revisions on loose pages –
A metaphor for my yearning soul adrift…
The archeology of my freezing winters –
This manuscript of illusions and allusions –
The mythology of self…
You are my interpreter
Spinning a silvery web of my illustrations into tangible narratives that free my shadow –
Give it a name and a reverence so sweet that it breaks the moons heart, spilling molten tears…
Your primeval, eastern eyes are endless caverns holding my ancient, mystical secrets –
Vessels that keep them safe
When fear and premonition salivate –
Splitting the silence into bones
You turn the stones in my leeched soil
Plunging flame into my darkness
With hymn and drum, oath and poetic annotations, roots and sanctuary…
You anoint and minister to my fallacies, self-fulfilled prophecies, irrational absurdities
As I whisper my demons into your ear, blow my haunts between your lips –
At your dulcet, incantatory invitation, while petting my hair gently
You are my witness
The one looking through the ghost
To find the person
To caress the molecules, secretions, membranes, tendons, blood and bone
All of the cuts, cracks, breaks and holes, indentations and deformities, twisted, rusted, wired, stapled wounds…
Fragility in vulnerable, aged form
Like a creeping creature cautiously eyeing the dread on the moon…
Corrosion biting blistered fingers that long to trace your musky arches, angles and planes
Seduce you in this love-stained Eden; This succulent elixir of demons and angels…
You are my cosmic kiss
Lips purring and pressing moonflower runes down the curvature of my spine
Our exodus fragrant like lilies and camphor…
Wafting through the narrow magnet-space between us
Until skin seduces skin, its fleshy ions dovetailing, twisting and crashing like a scorching waterfall sparkler
3 realms unfolding to meld together; Mind, heart, soul
We become the twilight –
Blanketing the earth with our perfumed euphony
Until our indesinent ascension —
Our tumescent flame…
Lights the sun
Theater of Sorrows 