Invisible or
just dark on dark...
Do you feel
the draw of it
like I do....?
I'm being birthed out the end of it
the wet bottom we all share
and now as the last strains die out
we stand up and
we lie back down
I am become becoming become
the time striped old wizard gorilla
wizened by my travails
my travels internal
Silver-haired and dappled
weather-weathered
silver chested
whit of wisdom
once weened from
the mysterical tit
a lifted pear
hysterically lit
lifted toward a fading vision
recanting recollection unwoven
retelling and retold
and with each telling
re-dying, dying again and again
on the same floor
the common ground fading
now patterned in intricate grids
layers of curving black feathers
woven by hands into silver
edged black paper
Victorian frames
on the lace-lined edges
all in motion
all in motion
our very own
breathing kaleidoscope
our very own bodies
our very own bodies
twisting pirouettes
these sad attempts
to record the lost imperfections
of a bounding wordless nymph
sharp like contrast
blaring whores
of a blinding bare page
leave us alone now
barren in our losses
kicked down and up
and wanting nothing
kicked down and up
and wanting nothing
but to sleep to sleep
not "the eternal..."
just for a moment
between clarion thoughts
alarming
alarming
having witnessed and told nothing
told none of the inter-dimensional details or designs
shared with no one
newly discovered Fraddadian principles
once stated now muttered
hexameters of heaving stumblings
arm lengths of catatonic cataclysms
remembered rec. room catechisms
filling summer afternoons
with the dull insect buzz
of ignorant misinformation
Bathories of extent extant
deep in the whole
left behind like an abscess
manmade crater made of man
manmade crater made of man
the living skin through which we breathe
the sheath that holds us gently
the folds going deeper across time
cut they fold again they bind
the feathers overlapping
rapidly dissipating
patterns denigrating
patterns denigrating
rapidly approaching
lost memory tumbled by time
a perpetual "one more tale before bed"
match head never failing to strike
at the very least left alive
climbing over my own body
burning wet blankets
wallowing in waves of sweat
wrestling around in it
savoring the last sad cherries of a summer day misspent
burning angels with what's left of it
making angels not angles
let me sleep, if only for a moment, let me sleep
but begging who now...??
I shall return to this task when I awaken
marked and claimed I be
Pentangle of the Midnight Circumference
sworn hence
to be star bound and
howling from the balcony
howling from the balcony
through a doorway of my own making
in a mast of some others' breaking
in a mast of some others' breaking
"For the first time ever, I don't hurt!"
come then
earn your pearls
earn these last mad trappings
the cold dark claiming
these leathery
dripped strappings
dripped strappings
Submit now
to these last
burning angles
angels
angels