I dreamt of night

 Night between the graves

Hosted by the nearby

The fallen comrades

Night select and sombre

Hidden in the moon

Delight and surprised night

Under, waves

And sad lines

Lingering in the other

 

And now just the end

And the relief

That the way is never as clear

And the darkness never complete

Worship

Sometimes i forget my name

And plunge into a world

Of sin and symbol

Their innocent frame

Condemns me

And i am left

Without

On other days

I sing to god

To jesus and his blood

And feel bereft

Of all the sin

That the good lord

Lives within

How i raise my daily voice

Depends on something deep

The want and will

Of all my soul

The epitaph to my day

 

We worship what we know not

And worship still is sane

For in the heart there lies a pane

A mirror of the man

Its fulling sense

A mystery

Its sacrosance

Impenetrable

 

Here are my arms

My legs my voice

My flesh with all its deeds

Here are my hopes

The shattered ones

To blood and god and me

Recollection  

Handle this with care

I thought

And bent to breathe

The moment became

Another

And silently

I touched

And began again

Not breathing

This time

 

Lines 

Alone we make

The teeming sea

A planet

And sit at its heart

Beckoning to songs

And poets

We search

And send the fair

And the gods

To the blue

Knowing this

Only this ebb

This flow

Is a tide of lines

Compelling

And withdrawing

And kneeling before

The silent earth

Like lovers upon

An unearthly planet

Fleshed out in

this happenstance

by forms and rhymes

and endless ironies

line upon line

form upon form

sea upon sea

 

a line on a line

opon a line

Tonight      

I held the night at bay

While the wild demons

Rolled their eyes and

Denied the dark

I winced at god

And declared insane

The solid infants

Of my inner life

Sold to the innocence

Of so many hopes

Like solitary riders

Betwixt the ancients

Instead tonight

I smiled at Thebes

And corralled the horse

Of a thousand Greeks

For I was tired

And sought the solace

Of a new day

 

I said goodbye to you 

I said goodbye to you

It was an hello

An movement

Enigma

I wove the words

You stopped them short

And there in life

We waved goodbye

It was anon

An introduction

Reaper

It was dark

And the night held

The light at bay

 

The evening stirred

An antichrist

Restless to replace the Christ

 

Within this limitlessness

He stood arms astride

Hidden in limbs

 

The wind seemed not

To stir him

Decrying him

In sound and stem

 

Reap and sow

Sow and weep

Said the wind

 

Aloof and steady

He stood

Neither ploughing

Nor sowing

 

Maybe he was weeping

Maybe he was waiting

For the light

 

preceding 

before the walk

was the preceding

and earlier than that

the foreboding preceding

and prior to that

before the after

was the ceding

Wedding

I stood as one detached

The music began

Linking ode to grace

The chapel still and fragile

Against the even wind

Rang with this

This song

This face

This energy

The bride and her veil

An underwhite line

Her groom still

And sullen as the dark

Soon sounds

Singular sounds

Singing singing

I heard the violin

The doors fell open

And became

 

Sin and the apple

I don’t believe in sin

It’s only an apple really

Edible and erotic

Like that slow moving thing

Crept upon me

Became me

And soon all i wanted

Was apples

Until i left it all

The garden, the tree

The snake

Myself

I knew i was alone

When i could not walk

In the cool of the evening

Bereft of trees

Is bereft of more

Water

 

To sink until depth has you

The moats are dry

And god has death

Sunken until

inimitable

ere

  there

Here

a darkened sop

The lees become

Soon

now

to arise

Unto neo rise

Until all is swept away

 

I dream

I am this

Under

Thunder

thee

Without

 

I never forget

The ruined arms

Singular in their soul

Spread by ope

And free to stir

The widening it is but

Kindness or more

Of a wending means

To another’s hand

 

The gentleness cannot stem

The violent happenstance

Of anticipation

 

I cannot forget the way

The end fell like the first sin

A garden incongruous

Without the naked tree

 

Alone i wept

Without god

The tree

me

The sound of this darkness 

Faces, facades

Silent regards

Eluding even the faith

From a hushed reflect

 

The night is drawn

From the darkness

And is soon swept away

By another even darker

 

I listen to the savage light

And hear only its sinister hue

A blanched mirror

And a wayward one

 

An age of innocence

Is rarely dark

But always blue

 

An innocence

Is always dark

And never blunt

 

Enjoin me to the dark again

This womb, this view

This uncommon

Melancholy

Malady

This steadfast sound

Fragments

Sometimes there are fragments
Lines of awareness
That spin and fold
And linger in my head
Their omens hope
Their source life

These are but a few sounds
Beneath my heart
They wince at me
At lines of mirth
That smile at me

I face them
Inside them
Are the memories
Of these final
Strategies

Soon i will turn over
And sleep again
For now
I linger with them
A man without a face

Words 

Words simmer here

Untying me

Mirrors bent on

Impartation

I will sleep

With them

Underneath it all

Feeding on malevolence

And the ache of age

While I am summoned

God and angels

Devour me

Seize me

Until I am spent

And wings are

the sweet cool

of my lines

words defy me

cannot know me

nib not nub

 

Dreaming 

Soon I will be asleep

My head torn from

its common mooring

I will descend into

The hades of my own

And slumber there

The solace denied me

Will be spent upon

My very soul

And I will summon

The heart of my heart

There upon a throne

I will cry the words

One’s heard

From all eternity

And announce them

To the black

To the soot

To the dangerous

And the blind

And fallen there

Will I linger

Hands to earth

Earth to hand

God’s descent

Becoming

Soon I will sleep

Upon the aegis

Of the heavens

And sweep my fear

To the furtive ground

 

Sleep now

And do not weep

For the weeping

Is dream

And the sleeping

The edges of a dream

Singular 

Forward I move

Towards a bridge

Singing hallelu

I weep and fall

Until I am done

Hastily I look up

Is god there

Am I here

Until a singular thought

Breaks my way

There is no bridge

But this song

Heartless  

Whether this is a dream

Or a wayward thought

It seems dedicated

To common chords

The moon inside

A scheme of death

A neon light to hell

 

If hades is hell

Then dreams are but afterlives

Reminding of the self

And becoming

 

Abstract hearts

Become lost lives

Lost lives

Flesh and blood salves

Summoning us

From dark pits

Endless

And as summary as execution

 

Who decides when dreams end?

I weep

 

I weep

And break away

To think of what

I mean to do

I wean my hand

From touching

From being

For bleeding

Slowly fingers

Touch the faint

Salt

Soon full hands

Weep

Their digitals

Now watery, fluid

I watch the fall

Of hands

Of self

And repeat the movement

Adagio in C

Sometimes when I go to sleep

Sometimes when I go to sleep

I tire of life

My head descends to mort

And I feel extinguished

Ready to this

I feel the sweep of hades

And of a glassy sea

At once swept by denial

And by the mortal whiles

That weep for life

I fall

Unwilling

And instantly awake

I fend off the furtive odes

The poems I wish to write

The life I should have lived

 

It is then that I see god

The one I bled for

And sought for

Lingering in bowing

To selfless piety

And I say goodnight

A last goodbye

Before the end

And eyes slowly close me

I fall all the more

Sink into the white

Then the black

Then the nothingness

And soon they are all there

Angels and demons

Songs and syllables

Arranged, deranged

And I leap into the light

Savaged by the blackened night

And sleep

Sometimes when I die

I sleep

 

The wind leaves and returns despite me 

The wind leaves and returns despite me

I cannot ignore its breath

Though I am wielding a stone

Its contains neither me

Nor the separateness

I long to harness it

To claim its spirit

But it leaves and returns despite me

Tonight

 

Tonight I perpetuate a  solemnness

For I am as still and virtuous

As a noun in a proposition

I measure my wine

Defending its dark

And deeper allure

While I weave a mirror

Like angels upon a glass tapestry

Galled and gilled

Mouth ope and humbled

I lean and list

Like frames upon a cool wall

I cannot defend my honour

For my tormenter

Is the soul in the mirror

Marred

 

Soon the minstrels departed

Announcing their exodus

With a secondary heart

This was their custom

Their ancient myth

To sing and sonata

The expectation

From another way

 

We search the naked streets

Defying god

And denying

Our very will

Its silence is ours

Its opposition

Our enigma

Soon we will be mere dust

Dust soon to be

And mirrored there

Beside the tree

We will fall asleep

And walk in the cool of the day

again

 

Waiting 

A forlorn man

Lay desecreated

Head against heart

His humble hands

Torn from crucifixes

He bowed heads

Tucked in bodies

Until he forgot

Would he not see

Would never do

But once he had

Once he knew

Once upon a time

 

He looked at white walls

Reddened and sinister

His body raised its head

Suckling won

And mandibles

Became glossolalia

Until Jesus came

And spoke

A hesitant absolution

 

He woke

Bent by the past

moved by its allure

waiting once again

for a mirrored age

Absence 

Love is foresight

It is innocence

It is longsuffering

It is portentous

Live is desire

Lingering still

Fast and pray

Fortuitous

 

Like a man in a garden

Declaring experience

Lately sorrow

Has become murder

Like a two in a garden

A whispered betrayal

A silent disavowal

 

The tree silently sleeps

Its innocence is uncertain

Wither it lies

Whether it goes

Opera

Act one

I once sang to god

To this tormentors will

I cried to all the nights

As if they were the last

Act two

I lay the wreath

And felt the wood

I craved the life

Without my hands

And never didn’t did

 

La donna è mobile
Qual piuma al vento,
Muta d'accento — e di pensiero.

Tonight is never tomorrow

 

How are the haphazard

Finally to end and die

Are they to stem

The tide of artificial love

Drink the death

And sorrow not

Risk is finally

Death and finally not

Tonight is never tomorrow

 

Lost again  

When I think that I have lost already

That my sentiment face

Is one among the many

If I seize a day

An hour will come

When all will seize me

Like past torments

That ring again

The necromance

As solidly I build

The way it is destroy

And like a Christ who dies

I sing in surrendering voice

Oh god forsake me please

For I am unforgiven

And soon as in dreams

Of foraging future

I am born again

Unto furtive ways

And leap unknowingly

Into the vortex

This one

I see it now

It is the future

It is the past

It is the me

Of a thousand year

Once upon a breath   

I sit at your side

My death anon

Instead you browse

And leaven me

Like god and man

Upon a tree

I leave as listless

As I come

And breathe

And breathe

About the day

My life it will

Upon this come

That I will sigh

And sigh again

And breathe

Oh breath

and breathe

Sincere or insincere

Until the word

Had slain me

I was no more

Than a son

Until then

I was a son

Of a bitch

Then I ran into

The arms

That kept me

That ransacked me

That emasculated

My sin from its mooring

Now I am but

An immaculate sufferer

A blackened moor

Beside an imbecile mirror

I am unwilling

To bend before god

Or the evils

Of the second self

 

Being John Malkovich 

Inside this man

Is another

Tested and free

Their name

Since they are one

Their faces not

Are but the mirrored horror

Of the future

 

Hope can be so tangible

Sometimes

Time sum

As tangible as a promise

Of jove

Or not

For to see one

Is to seethe

one

 

 

Mirror 

 

We pose

One inside

One not

And agree

To disagree

Here are no icons

No substitutes

No meanings

Here are but

This odd man

Man odd thus

 

Soon we will leave

One to another world

The other to the same

But for now we agree

And hint at us

With eye to eve

And flesh to glass

 

I exist in you

And not in me

If I live you die

And in your death

Is my life

 

Look away now

For I am not of you

Look away for I am not

 

 

Murder

You kill me with sentence

Suspend me with abuse

Your hands become the death machine

Surely god is dead

You find me

And undo me

Call me lie

Send me die

In my memory

We live

In yours

we are but death

I linger still

Despite your hate

I cannot find you

In the dark

Even Jocasta

Could not unearth

The dark

You call it game

I am a pawn

 

Dialogue is the death

Of two

Descent to hell

The company

Death is the dialogue

Of two

The past

You always said

The past is just the past

You needed to live now

I always said the past is not the past

I needed to live to love

You always read my words

Those past

As if they were the then

I always spoke and wrote

Those words

As if they were

The constant

The sacrosanct

You read

Summary execution

I read

consummation

 

longing in poems

is the summary

of words

and sentiment

and the array

of verbiage

in an unnatural

line

or sometimes

it is simply

you inverse

Spirit 

Until now

The tongues

Had ceased

Their babel names

Unsolicited

Had been silence

Too soon the salt

Had felled the lot

The faces blunt

In retrospect

Beneath their gloom

Had fallen stom

While silence

Dreams its dreams

The gods are still

 

But now

The languages

Redeem the dark

Becoming breath

And sympathy

Like an angel

Dispatched to need

Becomes the voice

Of the spirit

Doubt makes room

For credulity

 

Listen but

For rain

 

 

Winsome  

Like some insistent sound

The metaphor repeated

Echoing until it stopped

In his own orbit

 

Its rhythm an African beat

Against his defeated anima

Lurching from against

To again

 

He loved to watch

To dedicate eyes

To the depths

To the idio forms

 

Knowing sanctity

And sacrifice

His sainted mirth

Now demon murk

Fell again

Against a gain

He closed eyes

And then his own

And dreamt of death

Instead

 

Instead of the rain

Let this soon to be

Become the nearly

Thereupon the begin

 

Then will all suns

Cease to heat

The horsemen four

Bequeath their end

Posterity

 

Angels rest beneath

Their aching wings

The hoping of them

Become the anticipation

 

To lie in state

Against the arcs

Of gestalts

And perfection

Instead

Of

this

Today the sun

Faint I heard
The music, it
Did random
Upon me
Sing of this
Like a word
Once I spoke
Did I knot
Fill this sign
For we do
Find it in
The instances
Remonstrances
Indelible and now
Intuit this of
You and me
In sun

Inside

I welcome your smile
And need your day
To swim with us
To another
I want the will
Of yours to bend
To seize another
Foregone day
The day we leapt
Among the graces
And the tenderness
Of our flesh
I won’t begone
For here am i
To will this day
To will another
And will to you
Incidentally I watch
You breathe and will
But love

Ophelia

Under a dread knot

Petalled and finite

She lay against antipathy

Ruby lips sworn to silence

Like tenderness undone

Being had become this

An underdone sentiment

Finally her cry had sounded

Bound by the limits

Of a voice constricted

For being

She had said

Now swooning on blue

The still silent song

Became another buoyant

Sound beyond the black

I bend here unlike her

In mere living

And look upon the wind

And look upon the blue

For Ophelia I am black

Safety of not

Bundled up
In small wreaths
Was the wound
Sentencing the now
To a memory bank
It’s shallow and furtive
Wending
Did blood stop
But earlier
Its spotted sin
Had fouled the cloths
And now they red
Like the imbecile eyes
Of a dead warrior
Lay still untended
By nurse or comfort
Moaning bequeathed
Its anthem to them
Those celibate souls
Who watched in fear
Unable to redeem
Unable even to aknowledge
Sin has a way
Of ending even its very ness
Now here under moon
And hopes dearth
He lay untouched
Solemn as the clay
And dirty as its birth
Unclad by spirit
And new birth
Simply a tumbled man
Without his light

solemn

salem is a name
that means times two
once it was a place
where kings slept
where they ruled
another where lives were broke
when they declared
the devil loose

here were sundry words
unbecoming, unwilling
here mocking sums
and sexual suns
nonentities

solemn vows
undone
with mere words
and salem
has salem become

Black

I missed a dove
It fell somewhere
Besides me
Altering its course
And fallen
It became
A moment
Flimsy and faint
Beating wings
As if flight
Was an oversensitivity
I held its tremulous
Waking faults
And soothed it
And smothered it
And its fallen way
Became a memory
To sow
Sad this black

Another day

Our arms and flesh were wrapped together

Two ribbons colourless and fluid

We tasted the dew and dark

Filling the emptiness in the other

Beyond the grave

Our eyes arrogant

Belying time with taste

Inside the innocence

Of an age connected with the end

Soliciting glossolalia

Face to willing face

Until we swept each other away

With a cry and a languor

Quite uncommon

In those wittingly

Independent

I wish we had slept

Until innocence returned

Instead we became the words

And memories

Or another day

Framing

I have beaten my own into

Formidable faraways

Seldom separating

The heart from the deep

I hold the head

Just so

Demand it sees

And solicits

The man in me

But I am sober and of estimate

Minuscule

Like a world within a world

A cardboard cutout

Sweet insanity

Where do you rest?

For to lie in your lap

Would be indeed

The night

Darkness is looming

Its monarchy

A wet dream

And a day

When all ends

Even god is distended

Deist ended

Beyond the tree

And lies in my arms

Like a pieta Jesus

Cold and forlorn

Without the madness

A tribute to death

Framed

Gentle

On gentle nights

I wade into you

Again

I sip at your mouth

Like a thirsty one

Who once did drink

I mourn silently

Lost, found

Found lost

I take hands

Willingly into

The heart of mine

Feel their containing

In soul

I seize eyes

Once wanting

Once being

All

And soon I am lost

In the only gentleness

I ever wanted to lose

My self in

Gentle one

I cry for you

Are my hearts desire

The only only

I know

Myth or Poetry

Abstraction

For tiredness to cease
The darkness must fallen be
Felled as bridges are before
The angry gods

Faith is in the absence
A remedy they say
To the depths
The empty ochre
Of celibate worship

I wrote of deep
And was it words
That swept away
The certainty

For all I am certain now
abstraction