Where does one find True Extinction
Long gone into sad extinction?
Know I some doubly soiled magistrates
Clean for their mansions with balustrades,
A wife-beater philanthropist
Who would not pay for bandaged wrist,
A lauded sharp shooter commando
Who fired and missed stalked Fernando
And doctor who called colleague 'Dummy'
But swab forgot in patient's tummy...
And it's second missionary journey
Prompting a bribing of Attorney.
They killed her lover. She just could not forget.
The raven circled thrice around the old oak,
But settle silently on her wide shoulders.
Dark was the raven, dark the woman’s dress
Dark the environment, all dark except for
The glowing sanguine hair that fluttered in the breeze.
She stood tall in front of the old sparsely lit castle.
No eerie sound echoed in the dark corridors,
No black candles lit any of the bleak rooms.
Only ravens cawed huskily as they flew
Around the tall turrets or rested on ugly gargoyles.
The dark woman moved towards the main door.
Her eyes glowed in a flaming carmine power.
She looked up towards the ugly low clouds.
Power exuded from her and the storm began.
Electricity snaked down and hit the upper balustrades.
Hellish fire sprang up and soon the castle was in ruins.
Revenge completed, she turned and walked silently away.
One day they’ll burn her at a stake. She shrugged.
She was not afraid of death. The crow cawed hoarsely.
LIKE when cold cobble stones are Queens
without their Crowned King, only
now and when my foot-falls scream
through a suffering mostly unknown:
there's no words to express sorry
and love so the Angels shut their Eyes
saving all between the balustrades
and lost hopes of the Grace of God,
Breathe! Don't say sorry for what
you feel and through it all I Drink
for all all the good times and all
the monsters who chose the river
of dead seashells so shut your eyes
and breathe -- breathe for freedom
and expression to all our horde
of lovers, artists, and poets
So you will receive So you say
Just shine sun upon those who are
never heard, and love the despised
screaming souls of, "We are One. &
nothing more!"
:: 12-05-2016 ::
Cicadas squeak in unutterable frequency
out in the wilderness. There is one pallor
face overlapping with the foliage. Tousled
hair and sloppy shoulders--she frees her
girdle. It kisses the cigar in her hand.
Willows weeping, washing her image
away. Her silhouette slips through anything
that forgets to seal their lips. Nothing can
desist her limpid temptation, they all
succumb under her voodoo.
An umbra of a scythe hung from the
ceiling, sundering the arms and legs of
the spiral staircase. Her raw toes print
melodies and paint elixir--calming those
reverberation of the broken timber.
She smells a burr from the nadir, leaps
onto the chandelier and into mid-air.
Both balustrades arise to cradle her till
she is swooned and slow, too slow to
savor the subterranean casket.
The memory snags of prearranged trysts,
Of bare limbed collision, how you invited me
Come feel the twin pulses locked in your wrists,
Held in naked choreography.
Songs flicker distantly through my mind,
Less immediate, translations by phonograph,
An old wind-up toy, a ghost deaf and blind
To the chatter and kiss, tear and laugh.
The tang of wild blackberries on your thigh,
The lick of the laughter lines of your loin,
Trespassed your anatomy, felt you sigh
Climactic in gasping when we would join.
Mardi gras days in betrayal expired,
The brambles on balustrades scathed me red,
I sank to my knees, drained empty and tired,
Half welcomed the coup de gras shot to the head.
My pilgrimage to you ran aground and ceased,
I repeat to myself now and then
How I should have pronounced you free and released
From my selfish desires way back when.
Like the fading of a once arousing scent,
I look at you now and try to recall,
Yet such memories cannot serve to prevent
The creeping sensation of nothing at all…
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