watery eyes

crowned with

laughter or frowns

eyes that either

float atop

amber waters

or with a

simple gaze

drown…

taken by constant

whirlwinds

with brief

interludes of peace

only the smooth

streams of

poured bourbon

can stunt

the roaring

belly of the

waking whirlwind

there’s a promising

shore close by

with dancing guides

with soothing words

for you and I

there’s a dividing line,

a farewell place

up ahead

for you and I…

The blood

is in the water

But how deep

does it stream

if the waves

scream to

take us further down?

the end is a ceaseless striving

of noisy shadows,

of pregnant mouths

and graveyards of

oceanic minds and

venerable ears

clogged in suspicious

fluidity…

is fate debatable?

or encased in

placentonic paranoia?

give back the scent

of our youth,

a fresh cornea,

the chlorophyll

of hope,

the unsounding voice

of a first born

save me from

the incessant tragic

hunger of the

undertaking wave

breathe…

sadistic scars

shining as bright as half

broken starlights

A full fanning’s blow

crushing the

wings of a weeping

widows withered soul

converting flames of teardrops

into unattainable

rainbows

it’s a mystery

where the teardrops

go or where the

hurling sounds

of my cries echo

what has happened

to the most existing

present?

somewhere there’s

an inconsolable day

where the sun

makes memories

of reoccurring

yesterdays

Shadow, you are

the widening back

of a smile

sacrificed over

the burned remains

of a frozen fossil

daring are the

silent beats

and piercing

thuds of a half-bitten

androgynous minim…

Heaven or Hell

wherever love

awaits me…

we persistently die

for the things

we will be

forgotten by…

I invited

every demon

and unconquerable

alibi

for a cup of tea

and opened the

door wide for

every profound

pathology

a discovery of

what is me

that every

horrific thing

is really a beautiful

part of me

and it all

travels and goes

deeper

than the burrowing

buried artery

Monsters succumb

when we befriend them…

to live in

such a way

that all there is

is the center

and whatever it’s found to

be made of

it is never

forgotten again…

the night blackens
yesterday with 
its stormy sobs,
with dreams
of two hearts 
warring…
gnawing as 
rabid dogs
a heart that 
loves the harder 
also plunders 
and with its 
deceit and 
sweet kisses 
takes us under
unrecognizable,
like a bony 
kaleidoscope...
it’s best to part 
from puppy shit
before the growls, 
before the silence, 
before the scowls
you may never 
know the traumas
a lover harbors 
and all it’s 
cheap shots 
by then 
no god 
or earnest friend 
could stop 
the autonomous hand, 
the untamable tongue, 
or the masochistic
maniacal heart…

Sleep is

an eternal succession

of secluded shadows

harboring overflowing

shitholes and empty

showers…

this life is an

endless fountain,

a breathing bellow

beneath a babbling

mountain…

I long to rest

in the cracks

of a Topekean

river,

A place so

magnetic we can

cry, scream,

and shiver

and there

dream sparingly

of neurotic

bridges

and drown out

every sorrow

and every

foul dispelment

long buried under

pneumatic ridges…

heartache is

the solitary

conductor of

the soul…

it moves us

towards madness

or atrophy

some of us have

been left trapped

within the first

lesions

swearing allegiance

to bloodstained

binarial backhands

or presumed

pitiable perversions

birthing loyal

corpses

vowing to

never do the same,

a succubatic game

in which we welcome

the end in the beginning

everything has stopped

right here

but there remains

a vision of

a life enduring

we were babies

trapped way before

our time

audaciously contracting

in a travesty of an

icy utero

imagining the inconsolable now…