Long Gnarls Poems

… scattered jazz,
haunted gnarls of
octupi-night staggering
between semen-splinters of stars
pain-fornicating in
my collective gutter, my disheveled
cells oozing your
black and
softer gold
burning silence
in a heathen writhe between my ears
dancing on the cusp: my dead-zone ecstasy
defiling
corrupting and
seduction-raping the
industry of numbness,
toilet-scream...

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"Transport Terminals" 

When ghosts find ghosts
they walk through the 
core of each other 
expecting knowledge 
of the other’s being
it’s surprising mirrors
are considered 
transport terminals
eerily reflective
otherworldly portals
between there 
and here
past, present, future
managing the transfer
easily

but it's never...

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behold now everything on this earth;
    the fields with abundance of grain,
    palm-grove harvests rich and fruitful,
    the forests that separate kingdoms and the fires that...

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Life is entanglement plus time,
A Gordian knot of opportunities,
Each ravel a riddle to solve
or a battle to be won.

We grab and pull at the gnarls,
Greedy fingers seeking solutions alone.
Though the more we worry them,
the tighter...

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A mermaid whisper

She said, " be mine"
From today moving forward
Let me see you everyday at dawn
May your face be a fresh imprint at dusk
Whisper words that revive me
Messages that hold the beating of my heart
Let...

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Why to you have sides, front, back, 
left and right besides, betides?
I'm offside, on no one's side.

Why regret and hide the gnarls, 
scars and wrinkles on your hides? 
Why be ashamed of the 'love-me-dos', 
cut...

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Little ant, you are invited to rest here
on the back of my hand.
You’re invited to think about time with me.
I am always thinking about time,
all those thoughts pollinate my very skin.

Time little ant is not...

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          In My Garden of Freedom



To no human, do I belong!
I am the afterglow of freedom’s song.
My friends...

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after "Do not go gentle into that good night", by Dylan Thomas

Age can not scour away the furrowed gnarls time obeyed,
Nor mask the snarls, gouged as trenches on brows.
Grace knurls the grip that time has...

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Grace can't grind away the wrinkled gnarls time obeyed,
Nor hide the snarls, ploughed as furrows in the brow.
It carves the knurls for grip that age has disobeyed,
To a shape what decrepit, flailing lovers can still...

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BEHOLD, see, times tower hast struck three, hour chimes for thee,
The Devil's hour is here, my dear, but thee need not fear,
Sound, nay bells, snarls? Demon dog's gnarls bound from Hell's Gate, dear.
Fear not, for...

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Babies and young saplings are silky smooth,
    adorned by curls and twirls, unfurled.
But age assails and weather beats brows
    to dry, and wrinkles the smooth with furrows and lines.
Twists...

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Who says a tree is bent, not straight, kinked?
For there are no straight lines in nature.
A line is a human abstraction, a connection between points.
Look around, all of nature is curves, coils, gnarls and bumps.
It's...

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As fingers thaw, they can now bend
to your sweet will, my dear old friend
around that pen, or to those keys
to dabble in sweet memories
   adding your own spice to the blend 

Winter gnarls bones and can...

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The sable noon’s hues part the glow
When your form coils into a shadow
Impaired by whiffs in a forest 
As twisted leaf gnarls on its breasts

Layered, bleak gaze avoid our plight
Beneath old trees, I find no...

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