the path ended where the sun sees itself again. The moon sings the sacred hymn where the birds and girls and the poet lie down for the hour of light in each skull alone.



the feeble mind across a tree crucifixion lullaby's gestalt every liar's bread and salt forms one sigil pure and free so gods do not reciprocate
blackened heart the feeble mind could you hurt and simper wine
to taste each colour's dandelion pregnant as the evening sky
forty days in whales' great tummies I was born a sacrilege
beyond where grey blue blood is running over her forgotten bridge
so silent now as ribcage dinner
sit with me to cry and simple
gunshots sound in the distance only your voice is pure and sad soft as bloody dandelions sprouting from my pilgrims' heads softly now as rain runs deep
its colour some olive
bliss
death of kin and trumpets beat
softly now as rain runs thinly
God's pipe is Earth's factory's chimney burning corpses in snow
scream pure and gently
no one will go
to suffer more to die alone
in this heart of orange gold
there is a spirit called forgiveness
the ample soul does not divide sigil salt from bread nor wine 
sirens whine a child cries
its mother smoking out sharp glass watching gold die inside her ribcage as evening passes
a song a sigil for her infant devil
divided by skies greedy and simple
whose minds recognize but only appraise
the child worship of all mankind
cannot collect their mirror death
o'er that sharp and wooden stick
I cannot connect the bride
to her cottage home in Norway ice
where evening whines but quiet reigns
o'er her moonbeam blinding day
Saturn appraise your rising world
whose girth you activate in stone
no one dies to be alone
touch not gently my mourning girl
she is soft and will reflect your
trespasses in the mirror eyes
of a thousand infants giving birth to a new colour of sky



path unending
weaving bodies in your night
caught between sweet angles of
horror and delighted sighs
mystery stabbed a darkened room
releasing gentle sighs into
corpses opening up their hearts to spill into her sea
come and rest her forms and hear her laughing well in me
for her mark a brutal gate
inspired beyond hell and great unending chorus in her wake
her presence weaving life
her bodies lost and lonely
touch each others' scars
where she binds them in the night colliding shadows sculpt perfect dark
and sunrises on the finished machine young and hungry
bliss cannot begin to describe
her eloquent black surgery
you are the body of the maker
golden in sunlight so sad this hour
but i am smiling and my tears are crystalizing versions of minds who explode in white flowers
the gown of memory
sapient and flowing
things unborn in sweet winter of knowing
to touch a pedal with a soft thresh of extended bone past the threshold of all that is known
lie with me tonight
while our bodies are still pacified and moonlight carves overhead the heart of white smiling night
your mind is ether in the bends of creation sinning like killers in the basement of ancient stones where the living was blooming in holes through which all bends to sing for the oneness of being
in a silk bed
in dreams
wet with sweat
and harmony
I lie with you this hour and I know nothing
touch my bone tonight
with your crest of sweet infinity where the walls fold inwards
and someone else is screaming and words fail me now
and i know only breathing
the breath you offer
to this place
where your hands shape my face and all is warm under violet time
nothing is shaped or worn under a sun made of velvet safe from the storm
lay me in a field
describe my corpse's smile when her naked image strips all always there is a moon
a weeping newborne
melting in her voice—
laughter somewhere above invisible to naked children dansing on and on
where sun licks memory weaving every solid world smiling, a king
melting in her voice— every human at night
I see a moon today
and laughter in the burning home
soaking up redlight
invisible to sick and dying
invisible in lovers' smoke
invisible to shifting monks
who, in its gaze, burn their clothes
and set off for a new pasture
where sleep may be found by the fortunate
and she lies beside the dying
melting in her voice
reaching for that gently hushed vowel of laughter and forgiving sighs
it's all real don't close your eyes a knock or brush away from bliss touch the haunting seraphim with golden flash, memory fades
I have loved you close my mind become light with all your charge body electric this black sight close it in your curtain shades
because, falling closed my mind
never know another day
my girl weeps soft tonight tonight plant black flowers in my mind in May 
your honey so sweet, newborne angel dark with moisture blinding day reflecting angel blackened grace
dark with moisture blinding day reflecting angel blackened grace

I do not love the body
such smoke is food for the sun
I am something much darker
I rest in warm clovers
I breathe in midnight
you have not seen the furthest edges of my mind or my rage turn to sweer honey
or my pain reflect your love
there is humour in my darkness, yes
there is also fuel for your smoke
spin through me a new sacred shape
and I will hold you through
midnight holy and unreal and undying
Listed to that crusted melon dried by time and consequence
see how the blackened lullaby nailed above the cripple's bed
does laugh and sob with everyone alive and dead untied and grave such hollows in the clay of babes
to be electrified with night so holy
its orifices so grey and smokey
lovely as the daughters now
all come down to baptize themselves in the father's tears which commandeered their minds long ago
And every parting word of lust
the angelcrust of halibut cast from market dust to dust the melon's friend of course it must it had no end to consciousness forever baking turning waking burning slaking for that tear of the king who shares its place among the earthlings sing and bust their tummies for this patter common meaningless wordless matter fed unto the king's great maw forevermore and at his door walks and knocks a little girl who in the night is the symbol of
his consequence
his fallen love
his body the thread of the family glove and at night it is cold where he slips in his needle to ache again for consequence to darken his threshold but dawn brings no recompense for gloom and bright Equus hunters grazing all upon the Earth gi'en to him by his daughters of matter who string in his eyes the horrible memories that god dreams through him—the worst of crimes, to destroy his child, that night so lonesome by its willow which no one can see and as it cries all poetry of the universe sways in harmony and light and sadness rains and his body is the tomb and his son is magician and his mother the fool and god the laughter and as for his daughters
they have gone and buried themselves in some sacred pattern of white void in snow
an absence so godly it shall be known to them alone
Come my love to the axe this eve where nothing can danse apart from everything we see
and your eyelids could know the dark
and the devil in his sun revolves
and bone was crafted in the fires if hell
and flesh was wrapped around these crying souls and all is well and sweet and whole
a touch a beat a crease a fold
come and smell the marigolds
Deep in the heart of an artichoke killer
whose feeble frayed brain cells do thatch in sweet dithers
the whores the spine and Willoughby thyme such herbal delights and slight scares in your mind
do concoct into this breathing light to steal your bodies in black nights
my love my key my everything the plants do breathe and see through quadrillion things love is too great
ribcage too small
candies delicious inside night's great maw
and us at its threshold beholding it all
and the cold of its breath enthralled in our minds, death of time, unhinged sublime which our mothers scattered in their rent dresses
atavistic storms, those caresses of infinite form
lying with me, murderer and lover
to escape the freedom from which we're delivered
this back ended glory of a burning house kitchen
you are my prey and my god my kitten my chains my opened flesh my gritty panache my silver lake and ash and rain and future and past and silver mirror lake
what's past is past
what's here is terrifying light
shooting up my ass
scrape insomnia the rusted spoon electric and kettle pots thine stones in forests dead as parted chorus
bodies light and silver dust
the path parted in its dark mind and there, beneath the willow burning
every image sun describes electric sinful wheels churning the butter of universes lonely as their grandeur
fucked up minds gathered round the beauty that was her
and lightning through those metal druids
cut up bodies in their fluids turned away and lay beside
their alter of dissolving fright
their bodies of dissolving wire
fray and crackle sacred fire
hell came soothing like a nile
teardrops laughter eagle eyes.
Alone at the bank with two bodies and a crank and mind thankful for the rain's mirrored sin
frozen tear upon the plain arisen and lain to rest and express the dissolving into kin we crafted
cutting borders black in laughter
songs cannot reproach that solitude of unison
take the fuel to light the fire whose sacred love comes down to find in eyes the crescent completion of black sight
sharpened wooden stakes line the iris crown
protecting every sacred dream
from lovers' hungry mounts and teeth angelic and white
for her, its seeded universe babes' soft rot whose opalescent sacred screams at nature's seams yawn and sing and all is bright laughing, decaying eyes of night where did you find such wonderful worlds in your mind
where all is cold
path unending
weaving bodies in your night
caught between sweet angles of
horror and delighted sighs
mystery stabbed a darkened room
releasing gentle sighs into
corpses opening up their hearts to spill into her sea
come and rest her forms and hear her laughing well in me
for her mark a brutal gate
inspired beyond hell and great unending chorus in her wake
her presence weaving life
her bodies lost and lonely
touch each others scars
where she binds them in the night colliding shadows sculpt perfect dark
and sunrises on the finished machine young and hungry
bliss cannot begin to describe
her eloquent black surgery
be you be you
monsters circle all around the altar
i'm crying blood
breath slow, the cross, eyes speak in tongues up from dark mud
i wouldn't die for the day of families in their photographs of slake the thirsty epitaph carved in sigils sculpting pasts of paths forgotten in broken ass stained glass
rap
oooooo hmmm ommm now the sky is nearly gone
and there in the marrow
let them fill their cups
with liquid placed in their veins
so they can taste their own reflection in sun but it's midnight now
and we've all been too bad
to admit to ourselves
God could have chosen that
other stew
here we are
be you
be you
3 unburnt candles in a slick black truck
the heaven surrounds us like smoke frozen in its own lustful surprise of the guise of heredity's child of golden rod kingdom oh so many poles
my god this mind is shiny
and clean as your ass
and forthwith the calling trumpet metal as
bone uncoloured to reflect such flesh as to be monotonous again nice try ash
first one to everything
the second it will burn into sensations of the valley tremble to and fro there's something new
the man who came out and said
"let all the world be thine" he drowned pretty quick in all those tears inside his mind
but somehow we were spared a course in fallow fields remote yes I was a soldier then and you were just a singing sparrow
help me now to skin this flesh it knows too much i cant let it live
to feel the morning thresh upon the silver mirror shiv
oh shiny
forever still dandelions listen and die
salt wind sun carving
ears for them to drink
god's dripping laughter
heaven undying stolen marching over where all fathers lie
in her earth's garden sew her flowers grow from fire
musicians strung together
in our sky
by one endless thread of flesh swinging by man's window blind
and in forests where the buried snake shall rise with us like moons' arcane folding upwards
cracking like beast's nail, tooth
hungry for that sound of you
young goddess and her empty mouth devouring itself
thine word is carved into all men's bone their cavities your holy notes
eroded in uncharging mirth beckoning where only i go before their burial
unseen by moon or wood where fat is it
past dark endless etherial
its earth's undying language
move forever slow
and babes and fathers drop
like rain in danse under ocean
like pores in moon always dansing in blurred eyelid noise
my one love a spiral fleece
one gash in her perfect void whose in-breath will never cease
hand me lyre
it is old now and sobbing
of man brain coils firing
pierce sew my blood infects
its hallowed genius throat palette built in bone and coil
i am sacrifice, i am its void
my body's hollows sing its music she dips inside her hungry ladle my body is its stomach
its night, my cradle
my love so blind from trees does it sway
the ego the chief the skull of a king
gone emptied unto its heart's domain
to find a soft patch where his woman dares sleep beyond fertile pastures in the movement of flocks in blue light anonymous angellic and cold
where doves touch her body she never grows old and no memory of flesh is ever lost
but for violence and supper
a new heat arises
the thousand days he watched her there unmoving from his throne of love
so simple as a wooden box
and no memory of flesh is ever lost
unto his primal stare
there graze the dying flocks
each metaphor for love gently gone
in sweet reaches of her novacaine destiny
who waits hungry as wolves and quiet as flocks who drinks only light and can never starve or die for multitudes of dead pass through its lovely eyes each morning as his wife sunrises
from where she was lain by God
whose love did not dither
the king won at cards
against this deity and angel
in every breath
and drop of blood
and fluttering eyelid
preceding rest
sweet creature of caramel
the end is not lost in angel's mind
your touch is held by billions of tiny spines
in every inch of flesh unwinding
by its violent sky
so breathe in softly and fear not
the things that kill you
only laugh and know
the maker, too, holds a pretty knife
which reflects not only light but the noise
of moans of children in early morning sickness who flock, too, to heaven
through the pupil of God's mouth
whose tongue knows only delicious
whose heart will be full
no matter the cost
and the horror of sleep comes on
no memory in flesh is ever lost
because the storm comes
it desires our love to recreate every
song we've ever heard
to form a new body of our own meat
the blade turns in evening violence and rays of des frost my lover, I cannot resist such depths of your sweet
no memory in flesh is ever lost
but for one ray blade hovering
over all the Earth
reflecting the own face of its flocks
soothing our minds in piercing our eyes
with its thin silver light
returning us from sleep
in the bitrth of God's body
where we, in turn, taste sweet
let's all go to the park of sun
take a holiday from this blindness in which we are without song.
Let's all hug and cut the fray where it serrated the skin to rack our frames the curled up fetus of that blueprint gun
Orion came down and so did a shit ton of blood
and sewn back up in terror by all the king's men and never ever was right as rain it can speak now, though, that rip in no, the hole in o, the hungry glow of its confused smile like a child scary in its beauty and beautiful in its ignorent body come to fumble with the levers of world ether grating that circuit of language masturbating itself into a new biome of being and seeing
the bracket of speech
that failed abortion breach screeching bleach into the black web of mass consciousness's leaking drip
drab quarters in a laundromat can you handle mine, can you do that? Except for one day this week I am free let groveling cease by the stones where that god-child exfoliated itself for our
lives to remain pure
there’s a nighttime at my window smiling cold and with all the glow it can spare from its fragile mind we are so alike
and if you ever falter
like rain on glass or oil
have you felt winter
in your bones where flowers grow
in this pool of warmth
I see only you
your song is your body
our sound is our hollow
darkness and light know no other but we, here, in this place of worship reach to find the buried altar
hiding in each other’s lips
and if you ever smolder
the smoke you breathe from living things who burn for your image, ripping
who burn to see their heavenly cradle where our mothers, how they sing,
fold unto quicksilver ladles
time is dry, the alibi
for forests to become houses empty
and so grows a sacred song
from the place where it’s begun
the light of heaven stretches onwards forever, hear the boiling drum
in this pool of warmth
I see only you
your song is your body
our sound is our hollow
darkness and light know no other but we, here, in this place of worship reach to find the buried altar
hiding in each other’s lips
where a syllable has cut its mark
to see the light of surface dark
and pastures beyond its hermit dreams where we lie in love asleep
and the place we fell from heaven is the place on the soft grass
where everyone we knew we felt in our image cracked
from the line is wrapped like snakes around the twine of crystal lakes your eyes are the photo of the deity of love
and everyone we knew back then has coalesced into one sun of bright and dark lunar
eclipses hovering above
have i seen you there oh smiling in the starlight sky is rising carols in the night carry my soul back to the place where your eyelids did sting like a thousand golden rings and the gravity of planets and the softness of little things
everything composed within the pupil of our kiss and everything we know dissolves in warm eternal bliss
while the moon looks down
cut up by its time
of shadows of the willows where the stream unwinds
for our music plays forever in Gods bright fragile mind black like roses in the dark that taught them how to shine
we fell down
into the catacombs
warm beside the fire
where the ghosts string together sweet colours on high for today is the day i share this song with you
calliope of shells and rocks and beasts beyond the blue
gemini Pleiadians fallacies homo sapiens to die to die to die tonight
built the fire to stun queen of diamonds cups the silver machine eye my eyes tonight to lie
beside beside a dripping fount of rye and rubies paramount in life low life light life on high the silver hour
come to make our bodies golden save for one a heart inside the ribs and thighs
lovers come into the fray to scatter bits of shattered light i lie beside my lover dry and wanting nothing but its light and bodies fold like rivers dust what happens here is buried then my hands the very drill of sin so wanting to touch inside mind the maker's wanton grove a silver stove with many hands they touch my mind instead of heat the meat and sweat of
centuries is melted through her mortal screen her skin her lust's conspiracies crumbling
in
and I walk with you my teachers through the door each night
through the door electric sacred lost until the bodies's scream
twists itself into beauty the universal rhyme of glass whose pieces and the light they
catch can know each other as the same symbol of a coming age the reason carved in diamond slate the season of the hybrid fate and everyone rejoice and say I love you
and lie awake
blue baby where space becomes light
before a dawn strung sorrow in a skull not meant to breathe air its flavour to gods
in tiny boxes prepared during weddings in cool woods
happiness cannot savour such undying wishes to be solved of crime
when you took my trembling hand into that time—such breakfast of twine and crosshairs circling above us, chanting sacred names in the language of shade and winded love
and when she comes to your burning gate to drop her flower and lips of iron
will you stand there weeping as the body cast away or assume your throne of golden mind electric in its fire on high
the king knows he is king because he sees the effects of HIS OWN POWER ON ALL THAT IS.
lights in my room are not bright enough anymore for a lamb slaughter
it is raining too hard to drink or breathe only a song before delicious shade opening her mouth to teach me her wonderful sorrowful laughter sickening merciful flash
when memory was shed in that place
and hunger is gentle your whisper’s lash
like a rain that will never pause to ask for sanity or flesh
or for cleanse or for a white light that will pour through
until Kosmos’ violent cresting rests
no one is safe from delicious lash though they might hide in hells or wells where windows can remember their human’s birth but have no song to give
no one is safe from delicious lash though they might hide in hells or wells where windows can remember their human’s birth but have no song to give
there is a flash from above where love is nothing but a phone line in the rain from something too quick and genius to know the substance of our language but for some unreason it tells us its will and beautiful stories from which pour through the phone a magnitude only recompensed by sublime ecstasy to live
and mourn by
for the furnace is vast and we are running out of space but its song will never ever cease or wane
in our ears it is like the blood we need
some pray, some open their mouths, some bleed.
but wherever we go when we die may be between these mortal caves below the day where we can only see
ourselves, half opaque, losing now the light of grace to retrieve from its shards a memory discarded a memory
to which we sacrifice too much blood to say, “I love God.”
I took your kiss off my face and turned it into a beautiful deck of cards the wound is a thousand miles deep my eyes can still see that far and my smile could cut the moon
cut the moon
your flesh is invincible
like air and rain
invisible so I can see
what your heart contains
I give you sound unhinged and brilliant a thousand knives of gentle movement so you can create what is truly
beyond the fence of reason and appliance
She was pale and gazing pale in the gravel driveway, sunset red as hell behind her. And mother had not noticed she was gone, she had slept all this time, for she had listened to three radios simultaneously for far too long, and so she slept two days. Her daughter could not cry for what happened—she did not remember. The shape of her mind had been changed—by some oversight, her love had not been caught, neither did he go hungry, for his mother was a persistant lier though he could not see her. And so, when they found the material crashed in their yard, and men knocked on her door and his door, only one was stolen, then returned. And he saw her there in her driveway, and led her to the sacred empty green plot behind their house which led into the forest.
skinned rabbit come clean to your bed washed of dreams and simple breath you breathed in solitude burning your bones to resculpt your body iron red
wherefore shall it go when no near soothing cavity can recycle such grace in a room where you drew sacred shapes to become friends alive but you fell into them
and at the bottom was waiting a love so new and undying that tears would touch her skin before your sight when you find yourself there write back in those sacred shapes who sent you there as thanks
the secrets of the evergreens
cannot sleep now in gentle nights
there's a moon smiling with the sky
it is weeping
on the daffodils
with its honey
white as eyes
in the darkness they are given life
it is quiet in the universe
gentle creatures newly born
there is everything inside of you and more
your pentacle ire deep as thirty men
drown, feel that heat of deepness and a bod of solid gold will breathe its air unto your palp
and while all nature's waiting suffices a dark visitor
there is but one light under all that brew
the depths hear not what mortal hands carve but their graves can make good lungs wherein there lies a slough of metal throngs
shining in deep night to hollow one vowel unto sailors' warm minds
which can only hold deepest beauty or else melt to it
deepening, it says, its partial waves that can never die
whose light unfolds like coffin lids over sclera poisoned murk
drank up again by the creatures it provides unto earth
where they go, they will carve themselves into images of brand new lust and forgiveness
their machine children walk through one storm undying in a will that soothes their shape to frame a greatness in skin and wet for shame they go and cannot yet
be a thing unseen or forgotten
inverted now, as life eres
something new as mud in an infant's eyes
something like a tomb of belief soft health rises and connives one final flower of fertility as sacrifice to sacrifice itself
this sweetest decay i cannot bear
ocean deep heat melodious unceasing
there is a house of light where this body will dissolve and be peaceful into your oblivion
like a child prepared for execution
when sunlight hours ring in its tiny body for all time
the lights in my room are not bright enough anymore lamb slaughter for dinner
all the children play games to teach themselves fear and i can only see you in every inch of space
your pentacle ire deep as thirty men
drown, feel that heat of deepness and a bod of solid gold will breathe its air unto your palp
and while all nature's waiting suffices a dark visitor
there is but one light under all that brew
the depths hear not what mortal hands carve but their graves can make good lungs wherein there lies a slough of metal throngs
shining in deep night to hollow one vowel unto sailors' warm minds
which can only hold deepest beauty or else melt to it
deepening, it says, its partial waves that can never die
whose light unfolds like coffin lids over sclera poisoned murk
drank up again by the creatures it provides unto earth
where they go, they will carve themselves into images of brand new lust and forgiveness
their machine children walk through one storm undying in a will that soothes their shape to frame a greatness in skin and wet for shame they go and cannot yet
be a thing unseen or forgotten
inverted now, as life eres
something new as mud in an infant's eyes
something like a tomb of belief soft health rises and connives one final flower of fertility as sacrifice to sacrifice itself
the light inside your eyes
gods have killed each other over
now floodgates come sacred
where no angel hovers
their breath forged to pavement
where once dreamt gold clovers
returned to their original home
the core within your bone
music in tremors
where i fall over and over
the home and her child
sunlight merciless and wild
your cage which shall never relinquish subtle sounds of doves light whom its capsule too is formed of
Turn my head away from this blessed dark
which whets itself before the storm
dawn does its thing and glistening and cold it wakes and I am pulled by cruciform strings unto that last step which will conquer me into an understanding of the deep black magic all encompassing that state of love in the belly of the whale a great white beach all burnt to coal and while withered unhinged jaws inhale their knowledge snacks on ribbon poles
this earth this key this suffering
knowledge of night love of surfing
beautiful child, corpse unturning into a softer soul unhurt and unburning
whet lips for the saws uncurling fighting night with its broken edges unconcerting
the magpie feasts
bod has washed
inky plot of hogs and dosh
cannibal faces in their gloss of red and flesh and what is not
beasts of morning all riding
from this lacking plane oh, my son, my living curl of flame and mud, this light in you this conscious touch, let it be for no one but the one who puts all ones into the scratched boards above a bed where there sleeps the devil all dreamy and red hunting blind as dirt and chemicals rubbed all in that place of surf
labia lie and wait the dew on kettles lactates the piercing cry of heaven's gate
a morning in steam, miserable eating,
hunger unceasing in a world unconceding in its rotating mad eye of curious insomnia kettle dropped in the ocean of boiling mud
and infants cry to not be starved
white walls descend upon the ether's thickening glass scars of sheets of rain—the savior in its chain of silver white light
of suffering
and how that sound unleashed upon the land crawled throughout every pattern of mind and woman and the dogs all called out an hour before the men heard and got their shovels and buried their gold and hunkered in a hallowed shape of flesh and sun rays dissipating over spats of tar glossed over their skins and who was what race no one could tell the difference in their cry of pain and cleansed mad song to the woman god to her infinite vagina
curse everything that moves within reach of a sacred plant there is nothing underground
the man who holds you is not unburied but dropped
and there are eyes in his bodies' wounds
and there is a seed you placed in his heart
that is gash so sweet you cannot believe
the things he reads out loud in sleep
rain harming against windows
beating like hearts beating like heating machines
and it came through to you, my child,
the waves which we bend to crest a hard longing
submerged by dead things' weight in black winter
why nothing is changes
why nothing is certain
can you please ask me again why I left my daughter, and you for a slight change in weather?
Not now, there are things listening in the vents and air filters
plugged in the ceiling
leaving labe with the unborn kids knocking up pornstars every night singing all about the weather and time dripping violet
and the colder it gets at night with teen rising up fires in their eyes with a noose for bright eyelids calling later my son
there is no breath where there is no soil no death no burial no sweat so build your house of violet time
and carve my body with your shaking eyes
one who knows this deepest warmth sees demons gods and angels dansing as one
so turn the dial
on the moon rising
and black sweat
on your pretty lines
threads crossed by angels demons gods
who danse in harmony forever
so sings the sweet dark from the unknown lover come to sew us up with lightning
this danse we cannot unsee
burned into our minds always
happening
so take my body
and use my bones to build
your house of sharpened
violet light
where nothing dies and falters in the night
oh mystery your shadows danse beneath my white ocean of peace where is nothing but
if my mind shall fail to turn the sacred machine on baby you can dive your knife right into me darling its butterfly seed where wet grass keeps on growing
under cold white sin of night happening
and please you can cut my skin
and feed it to the moon
it watches as a friend
holding tears within its womb
growing babies where it feeds
from you the bodies of those still asleep
a sallow tear beheld inside thine conscious eye of dovelike breath where breeds smoke and lustful fire
the birth the nourished life and death
and waiting for your rains to slumber
to hunger on outside this cage
of flesh your maker put me into
to ferment mine soul with earthly age and draw from it such lightning
to thrust again downwards
to pierce our hearts together
to steal my every word
unto the hollows of your mind
where they shall live divine
through your temple's awakened door and rejoice in light forevermore
heaven stole away on a Tuesday
singing sweet sounds of musk and hardened tooth crackers
why beaches are fertile can no one despise
such turtles behind a blight-time happiness undone by its own wit and style
and it came through to you, my child,
the waves which we bend to crest a hard longing
submerged by dead things' weight in black winter
why nothing is changes
why nothing is certain
can you please ask me again why i left my daughter, and you for a slight change in weather?
Not now, there are things listening in the vents and air filters
plugged in the ceiling
time is like an open bike, you ask for rain, and the thirsts you always waited for will take down such stormy thoughts
as one who owns the earth can only hope for salvation and in dirt
and light of time slips past all belonging and droughts
this sweetest decay i cannot bear
ocean deep heat melodious unceasing
there is a house of light where this body will dissolve
and be peaceful into your oblivion
like a child prepared for execution
when sunlight hours ring in its tiny body for all time
curse everything that moves within reach of a sacred plant there is nothing underground
the man who holds you is not unburied but dropped
and there are eyes in his bodies' wounds
and there is a seed you placed in his heart
that is gash so sweet you cannot believe
the things he reads out loud in sleep
rain harming against windows
beating like hearts beating like heating machines
that unborne seraphic movement is crying every night against my pane and it wakes me to cradle it and suckle at its long bright tendrils offering an infinite day and bliss and all that is to coalesce in its cold white crescent which i kiss and bleed by its blade
and offerings will not satiate that which has no hunger for things that can be traced back to the original source, and its holy terror my chariot, it bough my only bone inside iterated thousands of times to billow up and form a sun so sharp and loving in its arc
it is unhappy
now it is joyful
invisible skeleton
living universal tumor
heavenly architecture, savior
your light i hunt by
your knife i skin by
to find within my body your cradle, my eye and hold me forever fast as your vessel slowly enjoying the taste of my life
oh how it is unearthed
i am blessed to die in gods white lightning every second there is no air here too much light
and my heartbeat knows a trillion worlds
screaming, watching their death approach
but i can only laugh, with god
as they converge in unending love
and teach me softly to breathe where there is no air where my flesh will burn
every second
and walk with it beyond pasture and pain
to watch fire eat all time forever
there is a place wherein i lie awake to smell electric starlight fumes where all in space and burning dunes, time it twists, it's my silk snake hiding in daffodils and turning light
lost past where our shadows break
becoming one
in Christmas frost
our spiral the symmetry of heaven reaching down with silver scissors butterflies of ice and us
lie beneath such haunted dithers waking in unending dusk
beyond rivers, milky slithers
unburied by our constant touch
our planet quakes like mother's knife o'er animals left out in the night
who go on home to forest's bed
to drink from her heart, starlight
throat lines harp so readily, children in their eyes draw back in fear of something they thought was dead,
something back there, in the cold
where they know they must go
to satisfy the hungry fog
fondling their shoulders
happiness roasting on a spit
sad parents, knives, flame, turmeric all screaming the forgotten name
of the children they resurrect happiness is on fire in their mouths throat lines harp so readily
finishing not requires
their occupied organs cannot sing
the gestures simple fog on the roof longed to hear for eons
it has gone away
and with it, the children, the dead beast are gone
leave it up to angels in the ghosts of every bone where there blooms a new echo of disintegration's drone
and I could never favour leaving it all underground
but mamma's gotta eat and her children's flavour haunts ever peak and valley restlessly in nighttime homodonts' unfolding minds in the bloom my darkness
is a sugar but sunlight keeps on calling asking if I could ever
I feel like I wanted to be everyone
falling angels will carve the skin of mother in her cradle baby
I do what I do
burn my body in the sun
floating every little rhythm straight into oblivion cares for its little ones
undying
as the winter holds their minds
who are you
who have come to skin the mother
who can kiss unlike any other
before dawn comes and chokes you blue this freshness drinks what's left under my love, you cannot touch my thunder no one can touch that lover



I have seen and I have been
cold and inside a fertile machine
lost without the mother of sin
watching me from her frozen screen
I have been and I have seen
the child of a mother lost
you've taken every thought and droplet pure and clear and silver and green
In the cold wake of us now
you weep a thousand ocean waves
to speak of what we saw
to never open eyes again
but you have been right of the father
you have helped my little ones
so go back now to sweet heaven's comfort return to its endless sound
you are glass from sand
you have seen one thousand things
so when the storm covers your eyes
come touch by and by the silver gleam trapped inside your wooden body
metal, cool, and undying
to have been everywhere at once
I have seen a lot of things