1990

1990


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Flaking the dead skin
Off my curled-up shatter-proof bones
I see a carcass void of life
Except for a remembering of sound.
It is hollow and eats away at the brain
It gets into your blood like a dream
It surrounds the yellowed-out bones
And leaves a dark hole in the ground.
It is my lifeless soul.
But this it is without green life.
It is nothing without its partner in crime.
It is a festering mound.
The body, the life and the spirit,
One keeps the other in check.
Without one of  the three I’m not.
This truth is all I have found.
This blackness is ugly and seething
It scares me to think it’s the end
So on it I will turn my back.
And to heaven I’ll pretend I’m utterly bound.

Flat, limbless,
black, bloodless
Its seething writhing mass
Is completely, wholly, lifeless.


Grim  Realization
My God, Where am I going? (The how will I get there is only an echo of my repenting future)  The crimes and seeds of pestilence I have committed to implanting in my fathomless knowledge are incriminating to a socio-ideological mass biology.  
p.s. I just read God Emperor of Dune.



Alphabet poem
Absolute
Bitterness
Coldly
Devours
Eternity
Finality
Goner
Hillock
Jasmine.
Klearer
Lost
Moneran.
No one
Only
Privately
Queer
Restive
Silent
Totally
Unobtrusive.
Vent
Whisper
X
Yasmin
zzzzzzzzzzzz



Am I slipping away or something?

Terrifyingly afraid
Increasingly alone
She watches me
From the cold grey cellar floor.

Cracking, a sprig of green shows through.
The ceiling and walls gently melt
in the sunlight.
A cool breeze rustles through
the leaves
And she watches me through flitting, flying clouds.

I’d rather be alone in myself  than lost in the crowd.





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On a midnight darkened
                        staircase
Their voices ruled
               me from above

Sacred shoutings of a
           new place.
A place devoid of life
                      or love.

Pitting down the endless
                         hole
Death is rampant all
                      around.
There is a sloshing
               sea     of  foul
Hatred shine on bottomless sound


Madness spears me from
                         the sides.
diverting me from the path.

Feeling as though my spirit abides,
Lost in my folded past.


Neatly locked away
Is all I’ve ever known
I’m steering for a
            darkened day
This  place will be my home.