Year: 2009

Candybugs

Candybugs and cataract water –
spilling into one small moment
large brains and puzzles
saturate with the distraction
of a ticking daydream vigor.

Reflectful moments of reprise
with apes following into the gorge,
the essential small moments
that perform the needed function
of a holy spirit in our brain.

Voodoo Universe (Golgotha Beats)

I manage time but still loose heart,
my brain vertigo hemorrhage of gravitons and gluons.

Hands whirl on a silver circle on the office wall,
timing the heart beats until Golgotha.

I smell the stench of veneer and hide in the cave of your atlantis.

Yet I cannot stop the goose skin death ticking of apollo’s paycheck.

Time itself is measured in sticky melted wax drawn on a wall with a smelly grin.

Yet, I always will wonder if your music will stop breaking tone and find the pitch to sit on my wallowed mellowed soul.

Peniel


Mystical moist night air
points me to the cavern
on the green hill
under the shadow of the birch tree.

Hearing myself speak,
I turn to wrestle the Jabbok
on a river of self penance and blame.

You touch my hip and I quake.

You spit in my eye and I see

You burn my lips with coal and I taste.

You clasp my head and I hear.

Just then when the earth spun, you left me here –
on this dewy wet street sweet spot grass

and I cry at having been maimed by my identity.