Scattered Glitter

Eternity

2009-03-15T21:23:00.000-07:00

I caught the sunset early today, sailing

on blood-red whiskey waves

with you.

We flayed the world open, like

the white and breathing moon....

I held you

high above the churning, burning

tide, sycamores danced in our

milky-way sky.

At sunset the world departed and I,

to never see you again.

rain

2009-03-10T18:09:00.000-07:00

The rain you couldn't see or taste or

touch

was in your eyes, a vapid, vaporous

gray

Death-flavored muses.... There was a time in easter when

the world was lit with pyres,

you wanted to be one of them

but the nail polish got in the way.

Its a silly,

silly

life out there

she whispered from her pedestal.

Just turn and walk away.

Now We Are Free

2009-02-20T17:38:00.001-08:00

I am star-stuff

Violet, Violent, golden and red-

I cling to you as we glide, flawless material

bunched and groped beneath flayed-white

marble-hands, slick skin open as the pavement beyond us

between us...

I am star dust....

I let go as we fall

I am alone

I am one.

Knees first, we smash the ground, like

the yawning indigo-like-sky between us

beneath us....

I am... scattered, like glitter on

a cold, gray canvas, fallen embers and silver winter-leaves

I am splattered, no mess of consequence

for the world to clean up;

There are flower stems, and....

I am star dust;

Now, we are free.

S l o w

2009-02-20T17:37:00.001-08:00

I want to be lost within your search

flood-lights, numb within my cave-capsized-heart-strings

(stings):

buried beneath (among) the thousand umbilical

cords, severed in my night, numbered among the stars....

Found only when needed,

I am s u p e r f I c i a l, my surface is a blur, a mesh of

safety-pinned-landscapes within

thick moon cream-waves....

I [never] see me.

Paperclips and Candycanes

2009-02-06T15:25:00.000-08:00

Mass of tangles, curls and stones. Sanguine

pedestals, happy to remain unknown,

busted limericks and claustrophobic schemes, full of

Never lands,

Never haves,

Never beens

Yet still you twirl in dirt stained

skirts and….

“You forgot to smile!” they

whisper with candy lipstick sneers (smiles

when painted wrong)

“Poor unbalanced dear.”

Linen

2009-02-06T15:21:00.000-08:00

was you who made them matter, staring in like

a frozen-cold-starving-orphaned pauper child at

frosted-window shielded, steaming hot and dripping wet

fire-food, preaching about the end of the world through

your frozen shut, silent and stained rosemary lips.

A miracle, and I was envious.

Face as black as indigo coal, all

dark, dark, dark

and one golden-linen eye

the world is swathed in whirls of bulbous

platforms, mingling

smoke in star-filled gazes,

smashed like pens stripped

into the ocean,

tides of blood beat the sand,

all the colors smudged like gray in one final

linen

dress.

Prose

2009-02-06T15:20:00.000-08:00

We met you in the open alley, I

like paint drops

splashed and smattered as

tufts of grass as tall as words, handpainted in

intricate and gold like (godlike) sun freckled

(im)perfection

You were brown to the touch -like

amber- and

keys with no chain,

and celular Dog

ear soft, catapulted between

the flood lights and chairs

You hung, a porcelain doll blue, all

cherished and fully un-whole.

Fish

2009-02-06T15:17:00.000-08:00

Sinews of cracked mirrored
lace, auctioned meat and bones like
so many slack-filled jaws at
market sales, stenched
and
betrothed to their sick
un-deaths... whatever stars and galaxies may say; we
gaze through
masks
made of
mirrors and lace-ridden hate-filled
gas chambers.