1.8.21

within the yearning of common carnal frivolity 

sheerly veiled passages are tightly woven

where energies filter in and through

taking this perception's journey to worlds 

once lost and feral 

those who've come to be part of the ebbing 

allowed recess into these forgotten spaces

to knot the measures of their communing

connecting the combed through 

with ubiquitous graceless urgency 

the others in muted frustration

as the figurehead lies resolute in abandon and disregard 

another passed over where relating is made small

there is nothing here to take from

nothing assumed 

effortless neglect makes bodies recoil

and rescind into self-satisfying abuses

as endearments slink lank into the daily beat

exhausted by the hardened walls 

of what wouldn't be right 

and what could possibly be wrong

left dreaming of the dilapidated definites

at the approach of cumbersome scaffolding

let's reach through the cracked facade 

to massage the hearts of the grizzled

take these hardened vessels 

soak them in the enthusiasm of youthful play

as giddy eyes staring through these windows of invention

to create moments which coat the frigid in reminders 

of how it could all be 

in the delight of day

convalescing in the dew of gentle mornings

and euphoric waves of evenings' fervent delvings

come meet me under the brilliant warmth 

of this raging desire

Nappy

I wish I could drag my mattress out into the yard

take a good nap while the weather affords

I've laid down on the concrete path

belt loop stuck my back

Folded my arm overhead to shield from the sun

What a place to lay down

In the absence of shade 

by the winter fig's lack of plume

In shutting my sight

The sun pried open my illuminated jaw

Saw straight through to my current brain

and the last self-satisfying meal

as gently as was intended 

the beam found what was sought

and as my eyes opened and closed

Sun resumed it's tender role

Indoors the cold keeps

I want the warmed winds to touch my cheek

Loosen the furrow in my brow

And send me to sleep

Tomorrow the rains come

I will run in the wet 

And hope to stick the steps

But for now

A shut down and reboot 

While thoughts reamin dulcet and soothing 

The Thickness

Lead notes take the evening toward cacophony 

Sutures from familiar needles thrust weighty thread through the thickest of fabric 

Gathering among the ever directed eager audiences

Varied and poised to splice themselves in 

Composites all played to volume

Flesh-suits on rack 

Queued as the lot step out onto familiar platforms

Convoluted yet repetitious the script and dance

as heavy shadowed hands pull and push

Causing the glimmering facades to shed

as the staged lot scramble to find their next marker

Subtleties fracture these figureheads

and my gratitude goes to the unseen for clipping these tethers

Shoulders relax away from ears

and I am finally able to settle into a muted solitary serenity

A story written by another

Reptile on Stage

quiet in approach with unlocked jaw aimed right at one's worth

then the exchange of bad for worse encapsulates your desperation

mocking the one thing you've uttered revered 

But its all just dripping carcinogens 

the lines afforded from that air of general ubiquitous placating

those without sight, in or fore, would reach there for their speeches 

and often do

generally lost in the haze of how or who will bring that fleeting ego's fix 

while the flatulence of stale attempts leaves one arid and limp

yanked in the mirror 

look into the eyes of the red walls dropping away from one's tangibility

desperate to be rid of that garbage disposal line 

of half country-fried bewilderment 

of almost having made

It's all shit for the pile's height 

breeding ground for the writhing 

soon to have wings for nesting on lower lids

high pressure dousing that good guard away 'til atrophied in all's worst favorited characters

now only audience to the idiocy of the coming grasping and clawing at the storied glint

depicted in fragmented loops now grimed-over and dulled