Saturday, April 6, 2013

Happy New Year (In progress indefinitely)



I still feel him in my viscera, deep down in the black tarry pit of my gut where acids break down bits of food meant to absorb liquor.

Deep down in the darkest pit there is.

Pain too tremendous to rise above carves a primitive hole in a primitive area. Guttural noises pierce through static.

Head like a snare drum and a billion nerves scream in unison. Bruises everywhere! Livid, swollen flesh murmurs a secret to nervous fingers as they flutter by.

To touch this injured flesh would be to sin against it. Be kind to yourself for once.


Thursday, November 22, 2012

Venus de Medici circa early 18th century by Francesco Calenzuoli (1796-1821)
Stunning.

The Hand that Takes




Skin and bones, ravenous animal socialized by wolves
A feral child sleeps in trees where no one can reach
Carefully maintained turmoil as a companion

The blood on her hands is her own
She purges the contents of her stomach
And makes love with her reflection

 A drowning Narcissus,
She is not enough for herself

She scratches at the dirt, tracking the scent of my affection
I give her my heart and she eats it

Lovely pointed teeth devour
Perfect lips form a smile
Gristle clings to alabaster skin

Ether in every breath, music in every word
She feeds me thinnest broth
And lulls me to sleep

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Dischordia Dances on Haiti

Vibration: To be shaken quite vigorously

Aloft, drifting in space; white noise is sweet music
Sliding about as a shadow does

This planet shakes and shivers
Her creatures scream
 Gravity is a crushing force
Oceans that teem with life go mad and collide with the land

All that was solid becomes liquid
 Fissures in the earth swallow whole
Art dies, and with it, the soul

The sky is as paper, tearing to reveal a terrible, vast whiteness  
A thousand children trapped in the ruins stare in horror at empty space
Human geometry, once noble, lies broken on the ground

The slums are a death mask
Pregnant women dine on clay
Disease like ripples on a lake, leaving nothing untouched;
Lovely human figures lay dying in the heat, betrayed by a vengeful rock

The ground hemorrhages beneath unsteady feet
Ash covers all the surface of the earth
Mother Chaos weeps in her void and looks on as we grope and cling.
A nightmare chasm, only static; it cannot be bridged

Monday, November 19, 2012

St. Francis in Ecstasy



I miss the manic fever
Rolling and writhing in my own sweat and vomit
Masturbating in my own shit;
My life for an altered state
(Little purple pills of sweet, strange Ambien; empty bottles of wine; powdered Ritalin scattered on a hand mirror)

A head injury and its seismic wave, felt deep in my system
Itchy eyes
(Bloodshot,
Pupils dilated)
Dancing points of light like knives
Beads of blood and sweat;
Somewhere, glass is shattering
Metal bends and breaks fast and violent and leaves me gasping

We convulse on the floor
A viper’s breeding ball
Panting and groaning and caressing;
Psyche looking upon Eros in horror and amazement
We are as vast and deep as the ocean
A tidal force that pulls the world under

Tongues of fire light my skull
And spirits whisper secrets in a forgotten language;
Lovely, long and grotesque creatures reveal the nature of heaven and hell in dreams and visions
God devours me and I am grateful.