write and cypher

this seemly room
hammered black porcelain
singing flesh
over a miners lamp
shooting the feather
in vain
abandoned but for
sainthood
and stars that are silent
to dream
below the gloom
in little houses
exhaling safety
in soft retreat or shy
embrace
the ghost has gone
for cigarettes & a pack
of lies
in peacock feathers
dark as wine
where dogs
have daylight
heavy necklaced
gold-chained-Lords
eat in a prophets
paradise or in
this seemly room
hammered black porcelain
singing flesh
over a miners lamp
shooting the feather
over & over in disbelief
seeking excess
up a pace
& toke
intoxicant birds of song
and dance licked
sharp quivering tongue
into blue days
processional window
waves of farewell
to chains of what
used to be
that made it
to my brain, or be it
my heart
in peacock feathers
dark as wine
where dogs
have daylight &
heavy necklaced
gold-chained-Lords
eat in a prophets
paradise
clamor the stars
falling now
from the sky

the ghost has gone
for cigarettes & a pack
of lies

---

between doves

listen for the creek
of wheel-barrow wheels
I dissolve
into double speak
at the start
to float
upon the mercuric
between doves
making love
paths waited
& ached for
faded punch lines
in angst
that extend a clue
in stark silence
the coo
and flapping
of wings
is painted
upon my eyes
upon my thoughts
jaded
to a blink
tattooed inside
two Lions raw and
listen for the creek
of wheel-barrow wheels
that dissolve
into double speak
and start
to float
upon the mercuric
slowness
I paw at the face
of passionate love
held so nervously
spilt
to disappear
like Acid Burnt
holes
where nothing is.

In the great Trees
Doves sing
fuckyoooo, fuckyoooo
fuckyoooooooo

---

in flower

The dogs
of Beasts
chew
your joints .
A juice
freak
hooked
to a ‘ bottle ‘ .
Horned angels
watch you .
Bouncing
from wall
to wall
Defusing
confusion .
Wrestling
goat footed
dance
foul breath
kisses
embraced
you are taken
claw in claw .
I end up then
the potion
& the poison .
My meaning
is lost
drinking kerosene
a man
on fire .
Moving to the beat
of jungle
drums .
Expectation paints
around me .
Cornered
in wet hues
pastel sunsets
an open
cage
returns unchanged .
Horned angels
wait & watch
I look to you
like I’ve
never looked .
Is it
torment
before pleasure
before panic
.. before you ?
Quench
what is burnt .
Paranoia
brings out
the beast in you
the beast that
controls you .
Like Credit cards
you belong to
the drug
you respond to .
Who is it that
hovers over you
comes & enters
your head
like a
bloody-Mary ?
With the Moon
already
on the other
side .
Scenes shine
blotting out
lips that speak
badly of me .
You should let
them pass .

Rescue
for me has
gone to black .
A butter fly tree
in flower that
sends me
.... saves me .