this dangerous but irresistible pastime

all roads lead to you

They are inviting within your
wheels you let them spin these
years anticipation in real amor-
phous surface soft as fresh
rubber running off the tree
concentric was not conceit
but inconclusively fueled you
turned about you ruled you
never lost a motion though you
overdosed and stole from me
emotion en route used to be
blocked now changes lain open

You say it is a residential
street but I see no houses
only you in the next seat us
smiling how we always find a
way home so what if once a-
lone on stretches of broken
roadways always a pain felt un-
spoken going over rough routes

Even before crews were en-
gaged heavy equipment taken
out to the virgin green your public
made work not a monotony but
a perk of having a handle on the
handle of a spade in your name
you’d have convinced the watch
man of a gang you were chained to
to change the destination of the days
labor and charge it to the state a
favour courtesy of her majesties
greater than any man’s arteries

king. of insects and blood

Stealth isn’t the healthiest
alter-ego when one plumbs the
peat and weeds for secrecy
the most esteemed and selfish
emulation (self) mutilations as a
side consideration to stay (well)
hid reeds badly prick and this-
tles make even the silent (T) type
(give) lip that bite I am sinking
the same as the bleeding fang
sank (whether) you lie or stand the
sand is quick and insects quicker
than fists will whip or tails
can flick the burrowing tick off
me dear we are brutal as meet
me be red-eyed Damselfly or re-
gent among my purple emperor
impresses she says she prefers to
feed only at night after the evening
honeyed dew does seduce you to re-
duce yourself to a flightless white-
legged damsel fly again but not
if you think wings are the reason
able creatures can take (to) the air
crash(crashed) landed where heath
makes hermits of even the least
grasshopper far from a plague and
maddening as they exit stage dire-
cted ever east to the river bay and
cream-spot the tiger I didn’t seize
we fought tooth and claw with a
holy dread but never let the vice
grip slip until the wood cricket
lifted its communicative limbs
in crimson articulation we make
our turbulent dominion known

To such a deep delight ‘t would win me
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise. From Kubla Khan by Coleridge

in the drunkest tongues

I know this one. Is it an o-men
of what’s to come to come so
far thus it is sore throat of ri-
bald toasts throwing rye to
the esophagal trough my body
boasts in tolerance wiser not to
tout but sometimes in a hopped-
(up) out moments a truth‘s outed
(you) you’ve kept fast with an ob-
servation fitting the most rigid
orders nun and brother borders
tacit or demanding orders any
otherwise modest mouth to hem-
orrhage out outright love or rage

(Your) Emergent vowels all slur
after hours happy ours hasn’t
passed with us passed out in whis-
pers resembling shouts you don’t
say how many you had before
I was poured into your glass taller
were the snipes she fired shots
my own impersonations caught
fire with the fire filling me. . .

Spill into me what makes me
return the same fluidity in
word and deed my free release
of ideas without any governor
calling you in the midnight ours
or finding how to have hand de-
livered letters and gifts you were
always first on my (donor) listsss

what could you possibly tell me

A man has the need to savor
contempt as much as any sweet-
ness sweet nest of honey amidst
the stings allergic and swelling
first the decree of a queens and
next a worshipful flurry exe-
cuting her murderous madness
nonsensical all men will full
of intensity follow her em-
inency beyond reaches of end-
urance her rants have particular
stimulative effect quite to the
opposite of what thinking would expect

Play dead when she readies
her vitriol to lay the law to
law the lay of the land on the
day it was pronounced before a
crowd of hopefuls there list grew
immediately shorter by forty plus
supplicants must accordingly ad-
just the tactic of to bee or be
only half of one all hopes were
thrust upon following the music
hum abuzz was what we wished
discussed come to nothing but a-
nother curled up and cast off from
this coil drone she only notices all
black among the yellow, original
purposes no workadays propose

her body a temple

(There is)
Much I can consider wholly
mine as is the ghostly shrine
in the shine of northern light
pale as any secret to be desired
could be slowly openly replaces
furtivity under eaves and soft-
speaking trough fell off the fire
wagon had been dragging water
afar how misguided they are to
lug the holy H2O to Lourdes it’s
bringing mass production to the
source the theater the fords of
the world’s most adored cottage
industry like sheep to Merino (steep)

Steeples steeped a wee girl
from the first dividing of those
imposing doors supposedly so pious
or only wood and brass that’s a
tithe is a tax on small minds that
o-bey but our heroine and pro-
tagonist she never blindly be-
lieved even when tagged along
she’d seen the naked primate be-
hind emperor’s robes so I sing of her

My short-time friend so long
unknown but from those images
I begin to feel worshipful, urges
creep these old bones no relics
only animate and stiff in turns
to you I find a faith anew in you
I’d found a house of unfallen falling

how i wish…

I made it this far thus far but
it’s not enough there’s a lobby
beyond the cusp and atrium
I can see levels and layers
to the decoration scheme
that’s beyond me not just
above but that I am beneath
and in that lonely boy dream,
always a dream, always a boy,
there will never be an end to
the floor just as is there is
no plan yet it stands and
I have my whole life to learn it

Inside is the fascination for
the out is what all the rave is
about to me that’s a fiddle to
stick in every indiscriminate
passer by who sees her sky
and scrapes her liner by my
own I have known many a fine
edifice but behind that face
a wall I can’t replace or tear
or fist through there is the ex-
perience of imagination and
reality is how I wish (in)
one of these panels, just one
of the inner divisions she is
slowly marking a passage, I,
a clearing into the inner
ring, sanctum, an embassy open

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(I don’t belong here)

If you don’t where did I
go so much of my viscera
thrown at the open page as
though inherently canvas can
catapult (that) carnage to the
carnegie or whatever gets
screams by me sly and wily
collections keeps them quiet at
least unless the intended had
been verbal in her dis-ease

It’s so easy to fall afoul to
be caught up and cauterized
as if creepiness were minimized
by (your) kid-sized indiscernible
lump of something resembling
tissue of the living if it didn’t
provide one watery eyes or
sac for your containment
if this lack of entertainment
makes your viscera spill it all

Hardwork on the wheel
hamster or hand at the
car so many shore excursions
are only shallow to be cursed
or off the deep at worst you
never were carnival material
though we went through those gates
as many ways as a month of
un-sunny days let a duo of gay-
wits make fun funny quips so
this is the hall of distortion but
I see unmistakably only you

take it to ‘em

Opposite of hollow is all
I offer thoroughly thought
(out) not the occupation of
a well formed mouth you have
no doubt though once you had
and (it is) by my lionlike leaps
between tenses were and will be
met as we are truer polities in
our side and turns the city in
takes me to the swearing in
center disturbers stir no mere
contempt contemplated by ‘em
for if you can licitly take it to
‘em take it to me my take
(postdates me to them too)

You speak in riddles she’d be
not wrong addressing me but oh
not in all ways so oh do what I
can for everyone but not any-
one among them can understand as
much even from the off-cuts and
half-utterances what begins in
(the) frame of (the) mind ends
solely your highlight flying I
take my own to guide, to home

Free, the speech she alters
is suddenly not fog-obscured
wandering on the wing but deep
seated not in the hub of tongues in
us language becomes above al-
titude but in the quiet, in the
stall nothing of it at all is lost,
we lose not a momentum even if
resisting your rolling or wayward
we are takes taken they won’t wilt

the plan is not enough (shepherd the inspiration)

What you saw was the lowest
glow that though even from
a distance as if satellites
spied from orbit still showed
exact locations with all those
I have stayed all this time later
(it) registers before we were
here you were born and I lived
indifferent but always lit (so)
you can find (I) can guide by it

Imagine (me) in the same sphere
two feet in a room for now (then)
four now writing down like you
do see revealed on the inside
of eyelids even after they are
closed so many ribbons showing
(up) development in scatters of
light (re)directed in to-dos to-nights

Never of course

Never of course always
full force of spirit, and me,
(never forced) see to me of
rivers and where its head
is and where they headed
crest that water impossible
to spot the thousand mile
promise from one spring in
to mouths visible by satellites
pilots and their dependent eyes
I can make out the muddy plume
of a nation scraped from its middle
(foam) bearing the land itself as
promises are, advance, landed

By the great road I am
always of a course you can
roll into as the weed curled by
dryness and fire simultaneous
deluge and slush am I a spell
that can’t be diverted by mis-
direction (yours) measures
engineers are called in and
I stand beside them in their
calculations of displacement
and highwater lines, percipient
but apart from disciplines that
demand fast answers for faster
accretions I am lines in sand and
in the bag I am an answer cour-
sing in ways no experience pre-
vious can predict bearing us
a course various but true

did you park it?

Say you did my pretty friend
I see you near the tree where we
will plant no better in the
planet than memories like these
will keep the hunger and reveal
filling and feel precious as the
slow connection over time mine
is ever in that park as yours
is green reviving me eternally

The tree wasn’t cherry but we
tasted them in every drink
and kiss and spread blanket
under leaves and stars always
ours more than stems and jars
but a sweetness symbolic globe
we hold both with both hands
as both ends met so eventual
in the middle as they were meant

To be chipmunks and bunnies
hopping running in that one
common we were destined so
long I am the lifetime of a bi-
pedal mammal but I have been
so many of the lives that were
witness to that initial visit we
completed the mission, each other,
we were on in all incarnations
to the very flower I hold for
and in the cotton on you

must make you divulge more later

You may doubt but I don’t
I have those pure moments
no motive only impulse of
how knowledge always wins
out but I don’t like to
talk about that now means
I may have lessened any
window opening to slide in
quick as the night wishes
to evict any unaccounted (now)
counted in the four walls be-
for your walls are all grappled

Torture was a warped tassel
of warfare’s pinion and in-
formation’s incompleted map for
all that mess you get no more accu-
rate a picture sure it may have
more real features but also
more made up so either way
it’s (just) luck to stumble on

Dumb, I can play it at a pro-
fessional level you will get
little revealed with your ready
wiles and latest styles all the
while guys will wide-eyed
grind you in their mind mine
has a different set of gears it’s
less primal, fearless, based in
(the) reason I am made, patient,
and in that (the) answer (a)wait

“poetry don’t work on whores” [The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford]

I know I’ve known women who
for revenue would lose their
clothes and maybe put on a show
but only the one sided kind and
from afar as far as that goes
though not prostitutes in the
strictest sense they were on
the fence and for sure one among
them put no pretense up about
loving language and its playful
evocations but that’s (also) not to
say it worked (on) her all the way

Though it’s getting away from
the stated aim of this scribble
I begin to wonder just what per-
centage of women have let some
act occur not because they were
entirely in favor or as a favor
but for material enticement
I’ve got the gut sinking hunch
it’s far more than many’d admit

Though not by profession,
irregular or even one-time
one-timers for a gain again
they are not courtesans in
any prosecutorial sense but
they are many and many of
them have written their own
or loved of women and men to
turn their organ(s) to composing
(them)
(poems)

angel bad devil [breastwork]

With her the love of spirits
timeless but some time since
named as you would any
with a hint of your blood
or the lapdog cuddled
shall be called puppy,
dog, rex, and god it’s all
the same in some senses
(if) not all follow the ball or
throw it, one for all consorts
under the sun to find how far
flung we are by your wrist

To the Hand creates, takes,
implicates with the slightest
inclination of it, to this
point we are emperor of
your pelvis and theocrats
by the thumb hitching carts
in bootlegger fashion con-
vinced that nothing ever is
wrong if we kick start it
so long to speaking easy

Sheepish or regal, co-
equal faces on the same
fated coin weighted after
all this (down) time you make
your own climb or fall in sense
sensitized, insensible, my…
my regard is with the arks
my remarks, far from a rear
guard one yard as a continent
content shift an army in relief
or a liege in release (of fiends)

many a waste is still worthwhile

(The)
Days you were discursive with
your-self of lesser years were of
as certain a need as the first cut
and the first excuse to bleed
profuse you undo the wealth
of you in a minute but you re-
build it just as quickly from the
disassembled and loose ends,
fragments of teeth and nails,
hair and thumbs you are all
one permanent impermanence
never simply fit together a
gain as it was the last, lost, live
now without a blue-print, your kit

Many a taste is still
kinetic set at the point
where lips have yet to brush
yet despite the absences of
contact it can linger some of
those same years my dears we
lived and live with in precision
as if profession in our dis-tastes
dis-trusts dis-interest disgusts
but despite what we’d said a-
loud about all we’d not want
to be we do still want to be
(disturbed)

From the fall-out realm
there is more than persona
clinging to the final supply
of oxygen among the wastes
a land we can repopulate with-
out taking false aim or names
our own primary amidst it still
wishes that it wasn’t will cease

displayed like a caravan’s wares

Part 1

Never was a sound of free
standing water heard splashing
shores while yours sailed in
theirs was a dusty existence
an exit to which was riches
why else make the repetitive
trek with visions of profit
if one didn’t believe living
got better in the long run
and that sometimes having a
thing today is not the trade
to make when it may be so
much greater down the road

Part 2

My eyes and I am waking
rubbing as either it’s so bright
or a particle is trapped inside
my lid a prison lacking vision
or is it a prison of vision be-
cause isn’t that the key facet
that keeps weary feet kicking
the lonely lines in the sand
that beyond what is in hand
which can bring a modest smile
or fetch a slightly wider one
from a buyer and be the one (golden)
piece that dreamy travellers
save to save (to) that vision a-
gain of the distant place you are

Phew I went far today

A body can take so much
wouldn’t you say now I lay
me down with every muscle
aching but still with no sense
of loss for what we’re building
is why I went out to the field
to later be coming in if you
will run for it I will finish

I’ve been feeling that way since
I was a kid and they’d let us
loose on the neighborhood all day
after our parents named when
dinner was or instead shouted
come and get it what good
it did is inestimable until now
I’ve known we’ve both miles to go

Look me in the eye and
promise that as I follow
and catch you up you never
just let the end be the end
and I will never letup trying
to catch all (the good) that was left
out (and) alone for where today is
where we change every chain

(you were always on my mind) kiss your ears from the inside

Can an independent thought
of me act independently let
me attempt it from fenced in
positions somewhere in there
it can’t exactly be measured
but I know there can be a split
in which I disembodied flit
in your mind fit in the perfect
timed collision of spirits and re-
fined intellect I find even more
beseeching from (the) inside

A man has a wish it is
tested like a scientist fully
funded with one directive
an agenda that pushes his
product even beyond common
bonds and sense then rebounds
until the fallout is followed
by booing crowds rebooting
his(my) first, useless, approaches

Both of us owe much to fact,
to preconclusive conclusions to
inconclusive ruminations and
conversations I never could be
inside your head or feel from
your body but by trial and
trial again the pitch was hit
to win a kiss in the seclusion
of the stadium after a game but
before the next our first was exhibited

never give a woman a human molar on a first date

You know you’ve got a battle
if you’re giving that advice up
front all the things a woman
does not want to see or be privy
to in your grey occlusion you
call a powerhouse of knowledge
why don’t you just stop tonight
for a start your whole gum-flap
approach has so many holes
an orthodontist would blush

On the pull is not referring
to tooth removal, some hobbies
need to be kept well secreted
for a long time being the sort
that frighten any prospective
lady friend or put ‘em to sleep
it took me years to unwrap the
plastic form my own habitual
ways to tool the dull evenings
away though they were sure sharp

Got a closet full of… you
know what? I’m so comfort-
able I’ll pull you into my
private world late at night and
alone for so long it’s finally
right and happening to have
(let) another get a look in the
glass and screen what do you see
but the effort and memory pull
every idiosyncrasy yanked in me

“Beauty too rich for… ”

Take 1 (half)

Maybe I will fill it in
maybe I will let it end
this way or fall astray
misguided my way makes
high sounding prosers to be
lowly as pompous pundits
rip riches from under its
haughty noses look down to the
bottom no one bought ‘em or
taught ‘em what a hoe is for
so the dawn came and he
went on sleeping because he was
out of seed besides the
company said the bed was in
the shed his head was in his
so-called organ of love or was
it his rump and he’d get free
board but be buggered be-
for he was fed what I eat

Take 2

As for maybes, maybe these
years of vacancy external
have brought the flame internal
to the fore of your heat front
me another go at the story one
more run at the quote and love,
love, it won’t be one such as a
joke, it won’t be one but two
and from us and endlessly
replenished stream and bed of
a finish no carpenter can dream

“Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
So shows a snowy dove trooping with crows,
As yonder lady o’er her fellows shows.
The measure done, I’ll watch her place of stand,
And, touching hers, make blessed my rude hand.
Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight!
For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.” Romeo. Yes, that one. taking about Juliet.

So much depends

So much depends on
this tenebrous dialog
how we ever got on
and may it become the
touchstone of an open age

All outcomes in hand
at that literary dawn we
read pensively as oxygen
content dwindles in these
old cells still
the killing patience
we can’t precipitate
the way it dictates
to system and organs
being this sanguine
sanguine this being
is engulfed (again)

Water out
with the rust
perforates this
peripheral trick-
le of the wheel
we follow out
until scoops
can seal it
(will)

cheese & crackers / cracked up to be

Quiet as a cyclops bleating
it out the maternal spout
and down home bonne hommie
with their owned Dahomey
people keeping people keeping
it simple, submit or drip
rent with a whip, with a tip
to the ladies and a turn
to the shady side of diurnal

Fancy calling the attack
in the abstract, off me boys
we yearn in dead languages
to pen man is submitted
abjectly to his mistress to
master a skill that came
quickly hereafter batter
dipped and barrel flipped

Of bondage or homage
frommage with a bitter
tack, stiff as seventy
winters all in one gnarl
mangle escadrille will take
face and face value removed
as the man in the moon to
your poor representation
in art a lack absent as
wisecrack(er)s at your trial

Buy. Defile.

rubble encrusted skull

Were dragons an explanation
for fossils before carbon
dating made it evident the age
was entirely beyond the range
of even oral, spoken history
or is the need to construct
broad and tapered temples
surrounded by a serpentine
beast, shapely advisor or enemy

My morning eyes were taken
aback by the encounter
there, and definitely dead
who, what would have made
a puppet of the colossus,
with what thread but air,
and smoke more desirous than
lanterns and casual as twigs
in the outer ring, smouldering

The scorch that left the skull
and nothing but, devoured
pancreas, liver, spleen we
were vented an invention
by emperor‘s invitation
to know only awe and abjec-
tivity and give its traits away
as benefice, wisdom, and mis-
chief lifts the petty to parasite
or sinks princes to pretty pleas

stranger-ship

How did we exist for years
we did because we always let
the other be beyond the ridge
left what was undiscovered just
that way because some encoded
impulse or hand-me-down of
lore gave basis to the stories if
confronted this hand is anything
but down with heads held in it

Somewhere over the rain
forest flora an aura of war a-
rose as rapidly as the leechy
green canopies thieving all the
nutrients that sustain us in our
closed arm state made to be
an open embrace of what can be
taken instead of traded or made
well well why would I put my time
and liveli-hood into that instead
of an enemy if any die (for it)
(and)
Who wouldn’t until you would
turn that ship, always the one
to be the blip or stop it to
top it I find tracks where I
make mine but they’re not mine
why this time do I not lay wait
I do not stalk stranger as prey
you wander by today I take
the time to make small guttural
grunts (and) you return (friend) at once

Someone disturbed my nap!

That’ll be me repeatedly leech
the good lady’s sleep in a pinch
nothing’s as simple as three
dozen winks for me to reach
nirvana we need calm and frenzy
in simple terms or impossible to
comply the whys you climb in bed
to make the buzzing in your head
empty like mine undermining co-
motion in the same breath rested

I am someone and I am one
gaining energy when (it’s) spent
I can run a century in every
sense sent to me, the ceaseless
turn of feet and scenery churned
the mandate of potentates and
races between the many places we
can be an opportunity beyond two
people a spire for the whole

World, spins, word given respite
but as you slept I launched and
saw you from where humans are
not meant to breathe but even my
withdrawing (me) takes the same place as
why you left temporarily (in) the moon,
disturbing to zoom away and in but
that’s me coming back (in) down
I tell you in those initial moments
I’m back, to live, (and) stay captive

it’s like beauty and the beast—but who’s the beast?

My beastly qualities are more
obvious as are your beauteous,
attribute to genes and mirrors
and what you wear smoking the
sole circuit working in me now
shorted as the monster is stirred
but the longer I am turned we are
as the world never in a minute
revealed the reasons a thing may
seem deadly but later save you,
lives it took years, generations
to make the atrocity traits take
a new air and win the favour
of the exceedingly fair as the eye
can see but not all see as mine

We both have both entities em-
bodied but how perceptive
your borders prove to be is the
determiner of which it is the
fair or fairly terrible face un-
bearable if we’d not seen the
first innocent to abominable to
worse but I am not discouraged do
not curse or sputter hastily and ill
considered lamentations for the un-
expected turn never were there
ideas like what is right or vile
I keep my mind pretty and maybe
it is my body suffering the weight
having taken beauty from a scourge