ticker tape,
words of longing do billow,
like bashful, somber flagella
threaded with pearls of opaque wisdom
to knock and worry the door
to the carefully constructed
candy-coated, palatable truth.
prolific neon condensed to a tonic so soporific zzzzzzzzz
March 27 2005, 3:09 AM
a plan for love
assisted my death
as i toppled over the precipice
of evidence of the soul.....
the terminal slowness of my suffering
tip toed upon the frontier of my madness
'afternoon tea?' ...'yes'
the elite of heaven's cavalry
did not presume my competition
'...cream?' ... 'always dear'
my mind did surreptitiously erode
the punctuality of all my history
'pass me the butter knife...'
as i ran for infinity
in life's grave relay
my unconscious thirst
for sun and volcanoes
my reticent voice
that could not bear to live or drown
in reportless silence,
such adversity.
'put your money away...'
all these secrets...
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his definitive price
dominion of a slanted soul
waltzing with the magnitude of never
deems my modest sovereignty
with the conviction of a sunrise
the exquisite fleshlessness of true love,
like sun splashed
across a tenement wall,
slashing the doorway
through which they carry
the first spring coffin
and his face,
closer than my eyelids.
homesick like autumn frost,
all these seething secrets
like 3-wheeled chariots.
random, careering off the track.