and I remember the pilled-doctor
rolling by, rolling by, and the beery
priest, in the sky, in the sky
and the woman in the taxi, oh my,
oh my, and her husband the pugilist,
big guy, big guy
and the lamp-posted street and the
beery priest and his altared feet,
all rolling by, rolling by
and the maggots in the trash can
meal long gone, meal long gone
and the yellow kitchen dish
squissh, squish,squish buttered
frying fish,buttered frying fish
and the black, smiling police woman,
come to bed, come to bed;
and the little bouncing snappy dog, bounce
the ball, bounce the ball
then the man in robes from Pakistan,
Pakistan, all the sights, if you can,
if you can;
and now I'm old, now I'm old,
with silver hair and linen shirts
and children three in pants and
skirts.
and if at night I stop and stare,
stop and stare;
I see who I was;
living there.
Categories:
altared, memory,
Form: Free verse
Trying to make heads out of tails; whatever that means ?
Carved from my dear mother's womb; a summer storm's child..
July thirteenth nineteen fifty-nine; nay a wimper his fuzzy little flock
Olive complextion reared upon goats milk; deceased at one only to be resurrected
While his parents both yet children themselves, wept thus screamed; 'Baby, breathe
Stay with me running through fields of daisies ? Drowning amid emerald waters slash
Nexus' silver blade hanging out stepping back took a journey at age ten ? Frozen
Fragments altared states round about and, back again; silhouetted glass strains
Past their portal sill an image; grasping steel bars across the way, her own asylum...
Shal these visions remain refrain everything means, something ? Whirlwinds in white
Apparitions cloaked of red, numbered doors spiral forest pale his horse; body bags
Tithed, her eulogies offerings; this cup always from a crowned white rocking chair ? Making
Heads from tales bartered dreams time baby, breathe; tether ties umbilical seeds; wax windows.
Categories:
altared, angel, art, autumn,
Form: I do not know?
Many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere
pulling me asunder where the passion, pain and fear
drift along the anectdotal memories that bind
a whispered touch upon the crutch of lovers left behind.
Amidst the the plundered visionary softness so severe
many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere
decaring rights of ownership uopn my altared pride
revealing sights of past delights and hurt I cannot hide.
Carried by the altruistic symphony's parade
buried deep within the masochistic masquerade
many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere
but nothing fills the hunger of my heart without you here.
Revolving resolution cringes cowardly inside
soaking sadly in the selfish puddles I have cried
though never will I breathe again the essence of you near
many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere.
Categories:
altared, angst, loss, memory, pain,
Form: Verse
Altared since his fingers caressed
The clay barreness, love confessed
I stand before you now trying
To remember when we were one
"I do" wish what I wsas thinking
Was suddenly naked in the sun
Again. Love is a hide and seek
Game until we find what we are
I pray my thoughts does truly leak
Like my pores, for thoughts dare
My will not hide my soul again. I
Want to defy the odds love's history
To live with you for you until I die
At pundits, sage, and sin scoff and defy
I marry you to recover my place
Where your heart beats above my face.
Categories:
altared, wedding, love,
Form: Verse