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Lingerie

lace like 
a barbed wire fence
the last line 
of defense
before everything 
becomes senseless 
again

for a while 
that feels like 
eternity 
and we don’t want 
to be anywhere else

don’t you look 
demure 
slipping casually 
out of it,
straps fall past 
your shoulders,
 
all that I dreamed 
the look in your eyes enough 
to set an army at attention,

what is it 
sex and war? 
is it in vulnerability,
passion and violence
of fighting? 
could be why wars last so long 
why there are always more after one is over

prolonged copulation
without conscience 
or lingerie.

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Catholic Mass

Never did I think 
I would ever wish 
to see another Nun

now there is you 
in costume 
I am a heretic, 
always have been

dressed like a
has been priest
both of us ready 
to get on our knees

you threaten me
with lipstick,
a seductive red
I would be dead 
by morning

just want to bury 
my teeth in your 
neck and shoulders,
caress your thighs 
with tongue and fingers
feel you tremble 
at my touch

blessed are we 
for we will sin 
enjoying our 
explorations of 
each other
everywhere 
we see fit
me into you 
like some sacrament.

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Winter And The Night Sky Aflame

In last clear winter night  
I saw red light like a phoenix
a light careening downward
against the canvas of aphotic sky.

Present were the planets 
which aligned among constellations,
passenger planes embarking with clarity 
out on their own ways.

Had they seen it too? 

or was it a figment of an exhausting mind 
combined with my unreliable eyes,
projecting a spectacle 
to shake me from malaise, 
return my sight to players
peeking behind the curtain, 
the world’s stage I put to writing 
exuberant in image and voice.

The comet of some past poet perhaps
showing off their place in eternity
as if the words were not already enough.

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Christmas Is Five Days Dead

Evergreen corpses strewn on sidewalks
like victims of plague,
still adorned with specks of tinsel
abandoned and forlorn
once welcome houseguests now in the street 
never to greet another New Year

all the presents unwrapped
put in proper place 
beside last years loot of 
sweaters, records and notebooks
never got written in

nothing to drink and no money for the bar
the food all gone except for leftovers 
that no longer appear appetizing 
to the eyes of yuletide withdrawal

I walk down the street 
and see no one, 
all the decorations down

on television Jimmy Stewart 
kisses Donna Reed for eternity
and here I am.

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The Ward Nurse Has A Wooden Leg

scuffs in the pearl white floor 
	when she leaves the room, 
for empty hospital hallway memories, 
	haze of sterile gloom

like snails, the chronic men 
	each slowly wear away, 
their minds left to trail behind them,
	their faces falling into decay

the grey walls with snake green stripes 
	always constricting them,
the dim fluorescent flicker of the fate 
	to which they have been condemned.

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A Word To The Love Sick World

This is a call to all sufferers 
 hanging themselves in their own arms
apart from the one they desire 
tired of nights sleeping alone
restless in grave prisons of the 
 place they would rather be,
whispering wishes and psalms to the
 silence of walls that will never speak.

Seeking out their most beloved unknowns 
that which they do not know outside of sleep,
the reason for their itch to stay in bed
for its ease to dream and play on nocturnal grounds 
away from emptiness of waking 
when time is occupied by working and despair and drinking.

An escape to care and to be cared for unconditionally
 from the depths of a majestic heart, 
that reciprocates the true yearning 
between two divine animals 
to frolic and escape the solitude 
of the malnourished zoo of the world.

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The Knave Of Bells

chief of disguise
collector of masks 
the King wears his 
as a helmet to scare
off enemies

the fool with false nose 
the jester in chains
remains in oubliette
singing in his screams 
impossible to forget

the old men who come 
from the sea and steam
in cold of Poseidon spray 
salt and fish from waves

likely alone are the women 
and wives of sailors 
so long as they have not 
turned to traitors, 
bakers or smiths

the loves who are steadfast 
never safe from a day 
when their hearts do not return 
fading to old maids all 
in the name of heartbreak

the Queen is tired of 
the Knave of Bells
his complaints so 
needless and vain, 
checking his hair in the mirror

she is exhausted 
left to remain as consort 
to the pain in her heart 
for the King is away 
not likely to return.

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Some Funny Thought On The Way Out Nowhere

Now again, someone upstairs, 
and somewhere on a bus
headed somewhere in Louisiana 
where it is one a.m.

eyes mind thy business 
while pyramid in the sky 
shows well it’s lessons and then 
out wild and naked
in the Nevada sun,
 
the dark green grass 
and the funeral, 
where a police car prowls past and says
 “Don’t you know you’ll freeze?”
then their faces turn yellow 
and blood pours out the mouth 
on this calm night that 
brought cool to the Summer. 

Waiting on Storefront Nowhere America
but there are still plenty of trains and lightning.

Wind and rain still relentless.

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Lake House Meditation

Early afternoon trip all day 
out on crystalline, mirror lake.
the delicate surface that shatters,
 
when I plunge off old dock 
crafted in clay orange beach,
where I can see the shadow 
of leaves kaleidoscope
 in the white sunlight 

below the water, diving to
abstruse gatherings 
 of perhaps wizards or 
 some society from long time ago, 
or society that kills wizards 
from long time ago.

I return for air,
the day has passed 
the tangerine haze of 
golden sun settles
on the canvas of the lake
 
music surrounds the scene 
lovingly whispered,
 lulling songs,
in themselves serene.

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Vague Concerns Beside Me In Bed

I could be going deaf 
in my right ear.

One of the neighbor’s dogs 
has it out for me
one day it will break down 
it’s fence and like the Berlin Wall 
I will be history. 

I think I might end up 
homeless for a time
or sleep in a shelter 
one eye open in the back of my head.

I have fallen in love 
I think it is going to break my heart
in only a matter of time.

Could be that all these things 
are for the better 
or they are omens of demise

but I have been dying for twenty-six years
not sure how much longer 
but that does not concern me anymore.