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.