THE OTHER WOMAN

You love with style
you make it all so easy
with your smile

I hear your hunger . tender
your face against my shoulder
drifting
 
The stillness of the passion
like the god upon the water
in the storm

I walk upon your breathing

You are so real
when I am in you

I hold the sea
so I can long be with you

You are a cat upon the pillow
sleek and moving

I am the mist that gathers
I am the rain above you. 

MEDICINE MAN

Black paint surgeon
fires local anesthetic
to the brain

wraps a rag
around his neck
to ease the pain
commands his instruments

His dark bag contains
stones for healing
skull cracks
crowbars for the hunchbacks

hypo-cratic morphine too
is in his sack
Welcome Magician

He cures the dead with silence
feeds them sulpher
through their veins

when it rains
they dance.


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CHICAGO

Chicago is a tug
at the heart
like sympathy at a distance

If it weren't for poets and junkies
this town would be vacant

Catastrophic family excess
brought the thunder of the sky
to our pen. 
slam to New York my friend

A chatter of Chicklettes
You gotta be kiddin'

Hands Off the Magician.

LACEHOOKS

Lacehooks
lacehooks

Slow collar widow
brow of fortitude
Sample Annie of though
       condition
altered

Money Face
you are beak
of simple wings

Work Chin
you despair your wife
        condition
altered

Lacehooks  lacehooks.

 

 
 

DAYS OF SNOW

There are creatures
in the night
still as blackness
live on snowflakes
call me their true lover.

I have seen the lady
she had been unhealthy
looking at me
through her eyes of loneliness

She once was midnight
now she is lost
says  .  because of me.

Green now is turning
All is summer
endless repetition of faces
All show of madness
hate and the needle

I eat
dead meat
I no not bother
the fire

Acknowledge no sorrow
all is forgiven
Some are still speaking
of passion

There is no passion
you do not have to
pretend days of fever

I always knew
there was nothing
always felt the absence

Night is returning
ignore the streetlight
it doesn't care
about you.

II

I write this poem
for all dead children
shrieking within me.

Tears on the water
tears on white faces
My body is vacant
yet you cannot live within

you do not matter
I am a killer
I have killed

III

All chase the snow
lie for the snow
chilling my brain
eyes cannot see
You walk through the silence
we are dead.

IV

Yes girl  .  you
stay from the rain
Young as you are
don't come near
I am the demon
I will never love you
love is like snow
it will kill you

They are all children
maim with their kindness
script on the wire  .  calls

Live for the now
It will surpass you
Where are the visions
that we often knew

Where is the Summer

Snow flows
runs deep and deadly
snow is all
and nothing. 

 

SKIN

Old men are children
when near a beautiful 
                                       woman

A woman so truly beautiful

she could suck
my cock

I would be happy.

Her Hand (Bianca)

Dark is
her skull

here are the fingers
in the palm
of her efficiancy

Green shovels roar
is there a time
when I
can come to you

moon
see the night
writhing like snakes
in her orchard

Watch her consume
her hand
is there
before you.
 

FURNACE MONKEY

The furnace monkey
sleeps in basements

peddled toothpicks
loves his shotgun

He stole the windows
from your stairway

sold the woodwork
kept the glass

for your namesake.

RAIN

Back before the day 
I find you
mocking wisdom
smoking fiercely

On your table
diamonds lay
curtains black
you eat politely

I was once
a doorstep boy
asked the rain
to flood my mirror

Caught an arrow
in my arm
ever since
I've been a killer.

THE SUPPLIES AND THE LAND

Chance October
leaves the city
in a hurry

Father John
is dying plenty

The enforcer
of the bench
reconsiders trance

A special favor
is forgotten
quickly.

 

STILL LIFE

Many people watch the fire

It is burning now

a weeping child

now a bannister

Through a window

leaps a nude

with a hammer. 

APRIL THE DAY (FOR ED DORN)

Did you see him
when he killed
the watchers
by the door

His black cape flowed
as he told us
he was leaving
and we bled
upon the water
to make him feel
more certain
of his youth.

He had known
the blue scar women
they had told him
he was crazy
when he spoke 
of fair miss fancy
and his eyes
were always blazing
like they'd seen
the burning horses
near the city of the dead.

Weren't you
the blue stone wonder
who did splendor
to my soul

The trees were
filled with laughter
in that
after noon
It was 
me that you's seen
standing
past the window
of the junk yard
Didn't I  .  look
like I had been there
for some time

I was trading
snow
for winter secrets
they were running
all the while

And its only
that its April
and I'm
in that gold cat mood

long awaited springtime
attitude.

PRIME CUT (A REFUSAL)

The outrage
of the corn fed country

Every farmer
is demented
in the Harvest slightly

Love I bid you
feed the cattle
I am hungry.

THE EXPENDITURES OF WIND

Variations of lost heroes
settle elsewhere

The waited word
unclear

Carrion of souls
shackled to the sand
by time

Apology of winter nouns
white wind
blue ice

There the dark
snow feelings
accumulate.

DE (AMBERG)

Lily white invented
lady lung
pulled the handle
caught the laghter
on her tongue

Resin tank of moon skin
lit the orchard life bin
made in run

Step like ocean liner
cost the sun.

SHY SHOULDER

Brass shingle
forms of women
head lights
sunset

A particular color
side of daydrift

Put down the pen
a stranger
looks at you
and you are night shade

The corner of you
a world of islands. 

COMATOSE

The inhabitants of Tundra
are structurally sound
In fact they pass
godless into window displays

How is your fear of mirrors
baby
Has it brought you nearer 
to self  abuse

I am always pleased 
by your gracious excess

(here . take this too)

At times the folds
of your skin
shimmer like oil slicks.
 

THE INSISTENCE OF MEMORY

This direction
tolerates the malcontent
the fire brand

This short spoon
this puddle
Earth-less running
simulates the dread
of certain magick
 
Oh lost conquered face
landless gentry
thieves of many days

Near the skin
of our wretched ways

fondly mosquitoes
silver needles
persist.

WILL FOR YOU

Perhaps that set you back
but settle this
Are you going to
are you

Listen your eyes
meant much to me
I will see you again
we will kiss then

I will write you a poem
not like this one

It will speak of your breasts
your infant skin

I too will be there
in the poem
I will write for you.

DAUGHTER DAUGHTER

She of the amber
she of the sculpted silver

Stood in the temple
her eyes upon
the shoulder
of the king

In the morning
you can hear
the sleepers
struggle in their dreams.

NIGHT POEM

In this late waking
I seem to be writing
                                    for you

sleep as in certain
always leaves a clue
That's its function

A quick reference
                                 to night
is all that's needed
to speak of you

Now its completed.

LINES FOR DEPARTURE (October Rage)

Fresh fish crawl in the water

Her blue jeans
look good
near her skin

Apart from his work
he is rarely
a manner of speaking

More than distance
in this form
you are endless.