My mourning gown My stinging undoing A wreck, ruined and breathless As my lungs insist –
This firesong was ours without a doubt Hearty passion, intuition, entered at our own volition Look through my seasons Look through my eyes Onto the parts of me that no one else should ever see Onto the pieces that should be left to obscurity Douse the melting flame With breath and touch and gasoline – With lips and mouth and quarantine – Where starched sheets tangle, like our legs As kiss becomes one spark to flame Within thin walls pressed ears could obtain Soft moans, in peaks of cherished pain Reckless marks on tender skin Taste so sweet they should be sin And mortal, crimson petals bleed Passion purring rhapsodic need Velvet smooth against the rough To singe so sweet never enough
And in my mind I live to dream Of angel wings we laid upon, as over skin our fingers crept til dawn – Fingers drenched in the sweet obscene That, after pulse and breath did still Did hold filter-tipped to our delighted lips Bleached, thin strips, of menthol flavored nicotine
Into your eyes I remember; I fell unbound Silent, sweet, searing sound To fade, to die as mortals do These lips immortalize what was true
My mourning gown My stinging undoing A wreck, ruined and breathless For what no longer does exist
Here it unfolds… A thousand centuries within one petal scrolled Hope among the stars who’ve lost their zest Dreams captive in my heart have hurtled from my chest Moonfire sky ignites the stars into chrysanthemum sparklers I’ve been waiting for something that I never knew I wanted – And I dive Into this waterfall of an ancient oceans visions in caramel eyes There you are… Strange and dark, stark and beautiful I fell fast instead of rushing slow I held Time – Reached into eternity to steal what was obviously mine Love’s been murdered constantly by all these poets Pen their words as if they’re mystics and precious when they show it Fill our minds with their nicotine mythologies Glamorizing what they believe was never meant to be Loves gestation barely ascends before left in sooty ruins No lovers cosmic coupling, ferocious, fetishised, feral swoons No latticed lavender elixir running sweet through darkroom arteries No equinox embalmed souls, eucalyptus twined, and thus – Graven wounds morose no longer outlive time Did you send me spirit blooms in the ravens tongue? Messenger with your eyes, whispering of love and madness… I’ll plant them in our cemetery garden, beneath the moonstone circle topiaries I’m so sorry that you didn’t know I’m so sorry that you told yourself that no one Would ever want to see your soul Glimpses of layers, grey into blue Outlines of shadows in sanguine-tinted hues Come lay with me on the crest on the hill Sky of rose-tinted marmalade, light mating with shade No need to search for further clues I’ll take your hand right on cue Among puffy cumulus cloud animals – I see you
Worms; Trails in the key of blue, gnawing the light into mulch Where I stumbled and fell – Cerulean skies churning and rumbling, a vertigo undertow rushing, dragging This dissonance, malengine shadings in my bones Indicating misplaced instruments and lost rhapsodizing Perpendicular and horizontal planes, out of rhythm and unaligned – Reliving the tilted dreams in your head that you can’t remember Film on paper, of intersections with sinistral rotations – Puncturing symmetrical contours of my living religion This caffeinated cathedral arcs over city; Metal and rust, concrete and dust, chatter and hush… Times dreams ride the ferris wheel; You can hear their voices expiring out in the choppy sound
So I caught the crosscurrent East of Seattle Clinical exfoliation punching away the grey Moldy brick road drying out in the dessert, toad lily, lilacs and sagebrush kiss my cheeks – Dance beneath a scorching sun lathering tulle, confetti clouds Long hair swinging round beneath fresh cactus and I hear a sound And realize that I’m laughing… Mint fields caressing strawberry hills bordered by dogwoods; Solstice velvet pink snow-petals twirling down And moist, hot summer nights, windowsill by candlelight – Words resonating through invisible portals, sliding down space and time, caressing us Eventually calling you mine
Adobe moon-shadow dancing on fire mountain, captivating eyes Beaded prayer sticks swaying to the winds breathy sighs Billowing smoke fingers feather braided onyx hair Starshine illuminates tribal totems colliding with ravens, on citrus skin River rocks, crowstone and moonstone beckon tonight Sage songs on the warriors path of complications and deviations Where he lingered, stumbled and fell – Tripping the light fantastic into absinthe and mushroom devastations To bury his raging at every vile incision – Her lunatic tactics and tin man narcissism
You’re running wild in my yesterday Recollections gleaning betrayal-anger that you couldn’t put down Pain spitting glowing crimson coals That I walked across barefoot and naïve Because even your ancient scars were beautiful – Although some bridges are simply better burned So we grabbed a can of gasoline and one last time returned…
Incisions mend yet surface scars still chant like ghosts in trees at times, dressed in blue Dandelion ligatures creep on the ground; Fill our heads with fossilized accelerants – But it’s summer, get the hose and spray those spoiled bones out of the driveway Into the sand to devour what once tasted like clover but then turned sour Our faces turned to the desert breeze, gazing over the wall into valley dunes Your graffiti-painted eyes, all of that spider web pain breathed into helium balloons Parched and bleached goathead soil, tumbleweed rolling down the road Has finally become, through trial of blood, bone and bile Home
Theater of Sorrows 