Meet the Day
April12
My milky eyes meet the day
They drink in the infinite dawn
And they expand like the universe
Nuclear corona explodes
I am beyond blind
My reaching hands caress the moon
Overwhelmed by Luna’s Love
Lucidity is the halo which crowns me
Channeling all understanding
Moonbeams penetrate
And I am not a mathematician
But daily I calculate and speculate
About the symmetry of your face
And fret about the time we have left
Before decay takes you
My Love
The City is Night
February27
The equations don’t make sense
And you try so hard
But this relentless consumption
(the rhythmic degradation)
Has made itself palatable now
You’ve learned to relax your throat
You are forever crumbling
Maroon and indigo whirlpools swirl
Concentrically… hypnotically…
around your soul
Your skin is burning acid
as you leave your jawbone
at the doorstep of the Beast
Every night
Painted Prison
February27
Come to the dance
There’s a synaptic slow dance tonight
In the memory banks
Where he amassed a fortune
Seduction still haunts this estate
Long electric fingers down my neck
Hold me still, keep me still
In the painted prison
The Fight
February13
The games we play, have played, will play
Are exercises, simulations
They are practice for that moment
Which appears as if a game
But whose intent and consequence
Will judge us so finally and without mercy
So I will allow your cat scratching, back stabbing
And when we cross swords it will be
With eyes cast to that unseen assassin
Who traces the shadows sensing weakness, surprise
And I will be ready