Monday, October 15, 2012

comb

bella rouge. promise me. your purple bells. and melon scarf. yellow and gold. in a chromosphere. in a shadow stilt. in a ribbon swing. and a paradise maze. i slap my lips. and comb my hair. parallel logs. of identity whores. we steal. each other pulse. stencil tongue. of maps and globes. you trotter of dimes. your wind chant dance. bella rouge. give me your hand. for yours is the tongue i love.

who you are. and what you dream. and seek. and walk. and talk and crawl. no one knows. no one will. this cloak of sweat. of tears and salt. bespeak the melody of a thousand years. knock below. who talks? who hears? your unsung wish. your dream catcher moves. your ambition. dissolves, at times. creates, at times. when you lost god. and faith. and the religiosity of your childhood tentacles. forced on your imagery of logic. you cannot think. you cannot move. your reasons lie. bundled in breaks. you have failed. will fail again. will break again. will cry again. this cycle of songs. like your lunar blues. learn to nod. redeem the arm. and let's hug again. square zero, this time. building one. and two. and a million bricks. bella rouge. your fallen domes. will wake and smile. it won't be late. i swear.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

heart rhyme trilogy

lily vine. smile at me.

and this is how we spoke. pageant school. in the theater again. the ocean garb and fragile frills. a white over-awning on your nipple tops. stand behind the line. and put to sleep. inject. infuse. away from the topography of poison venules. in the space behind the pinch. inject the rose. and put to sleep. wait. your clicking tips. your ticking clicks. a minute and seven quarters around. you tap and pinch. what was your name, hazy plume? the silence of sleep. and mechanic buzz. this the time for the artifice.
you lift the lid. the life of life. and snip the tip. to perfuse. to make a beat. one too many. and once they broke, the rhyme of chimes. i made it stop. the beating dove. the tomb of love. there was the end. the ocean garb, patterned with blood. for humanity, we said. the frozen dead. will save a song. will save a life. lily vine. which plumes are mine? which feathers i dipped in honeydew milk? coated in rust, and carved in breeze. the heart rhyme trilogy of the dead and peace. for this is the love i broke.

you said in paint. let us love your gait. let us thread the shoes. command to life the element of whip. in love we sang. and bent our eyes. it was gone. you are not. the one i thought. the one i would. the one i did. you lily vine. come realize this time, that mine is the allegory of break. that mine is a cage. of empty escape. an unheld place. an upheld fix. with the drift each day, let us love again. like the weekend of songs, a month ago. erotic in lights. the scent of flesh and the feel of skin. long and lost. we have loved for seconds above. in sleep and day, in the monstrosity. i upheld your hand. lily vine. i write this trilogy. the heart rhyme trilogy. on the sand castle matinee.