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It's taken me years to get back to where I started, I've been pounding against the same doors for years and each time she opened she said I looked tired..she looked at my eyes and motioned to the couch, "I'm just trying to rest for a minute", we both knew I wouldn't be staying for long. Theres a part of her that wants me gone before I sit down, "
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jacks zephyr glare
shattered on your knees, you were
weary and tired
your plum bruised
sky violet
raw and jaded,
with thoughts pressed against
walls, screens, bookshelves,
and the fading margins
closing in.
the willows curved whispers
murmur through windows,
our childhood dreams
diluted translucence
hanging thin from the branches,
down through the darkening
paths of the woodlands
centuries swaying in the movement
of all our years,
of all our days,
of all our moments.
we lost the way
to i dont know when
and wherever i went
i still held on loan
under my skin
a little bit of you
and him
and me
and them,
in those fractured pages
a remembrance,
a betrayal,
a farewell,
a requiem for last nite's city...
snowdusts down the gutter and into grasses
down along the blades,
fire-tipped glitters the patchwork
urban prairie
clad smoke thin strokes of an amber winter
sun setting early across the snowy repose of salted flats,
a bitter cold along the roads between the incinerator and factories
stacks seeping soot, begrimed the hallowed frames
rust and twist of plants crumbling, the russell industrial
scantily populate with artists, bums and life, the water towers
are drums humming
disintegrated thoughts and frozen drought,
frost bit the packard with its makeshift residences,
the fisher body and ford and zug naves empty and eerie
desolation creeping through with the sounds that howl
and crawl along the marrow of all our bones.
nearly invisible tonite the moon is floating by dusks
fluorescence glimmering underside the earth
spotted the dead deer hung, ankle tied with twine and starched
stiff of a december death
her brown eyes open and glazed
over and her antlers splintering scatter below where the squirrels
scurry out of season and a hare is caught
startled and motionless in the floodlights, trappers stalking await
animals tracks almost inaudible and laid freshly
where the woman once inked seas, hollyhocks and wisteria
varicose listlessly beneath the damned st.aubin arcades
through the yard of murals wet,
crouching the little baby kitties hungry and purr
strays gathering for warmth in a worn cardboard box,
pheasants and goats wander migrationless with the littered remains
of reckless fidelity, twelveounce cans and gettopalms, silhouettes shifting
like bats wings flapping
flickering the shadows across mists of halogen constellations
gistening where the gray wolf with feral gaze
stood regal and stoic,
crystal eyes piercing the darkness
and directly through me
amidst the bleak of winter trunks
undressed the elms tallow
colored treebones and evergreens
needles
pines pile.
dequindre cuts
the length of trainless tracks
violins haunting
intermittently, the fair-weather freights
lacquered with paints and to the winds
our seasons
we released, a stori
left unfinished as steam billows above the streets and pedestrian
pathways, see-through linkchains cartographies, the concrete
jungle with thistles dolorous and petals wilted quivering
overdrunken the stems and roots between walkway cracks,
vines slithering untamed
through homes deserted.
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count seven along fences and ravens in rows of ribwire meshes
bony and barbed, hills of the rubber
tires piled up and down, swampland and ferns
through the wired colonnade
and shoeless
with our bared feet, we were cold and shivering
as we dug into the frigid soil
beneath the sea of streetlights and graffiti, plots for gardens,
vermicultures, the polka-dotted houses, hubcaps and curbs
lined of vacuum cleaners, sketches that collect and collage
of the last centuries forgotten things, sepia-toned transience
daguerreotypes evaporating through grassy porches,
mossy overlays and ceilings of the fort street presbyterian,
shale and mudstone foundations,
mariners pews below open wide skies
mewl with the toll of bells
roaming across the open air lawns
along brewster and brush
and my grandfathers old pharmacy
near w. warren
and 4800 mcgraw
now flattened lands, the iron traceries are blanketed
by snow of shiloh, st. andrews
and the second baptist,
the spires of st. joseph are lances that strike
like matches across the sky
along as the years stretching like arteries
deep within the skin of the lands,
pumping subterranean
pressures circulating
frontiers and the roads beneath ghettofields of weeds
and the totem high tides of all ourtimes
sweeping back yesterday
into the mouth of the rouge, the voices are ancient
fragmented and shaking
they dance
graceful all around us, invisible and forgotten
anonymous of the natives
burial mounds by the river of the strait,
kneading and folded over like the koshers breads
flowing drunk
the currents along towards the lakes,
buttered the banks swarm infested with larvae
and the moths stitch spinning gauze
cocoons wrapping tight
funneling within
the deepest veins our hearts gloe chemically
polluted and caked in clay dried
mortar and pestle crushes cares to dusts
the rituals of relief
with chromas pallid of somber notes,
when ourdays turning stark and away
the fossils of the flightless
gulls and feathers slick oil and blood
brushes spray and sharpies mend
the cracks the walls speak of
alphabetic notions,
virtual origami
soups with beans,
eggs and $$$$
trdl fel fosik sifts yogurt
savy eater dish epc home
ktc spins optrik shock & swag & sway
a tek pak and jlaw paints impasto the blade
cuts nark oral deep amo porab dont ender
ward wah oar kuma kong the deth dems
vivi-seks akis cosmo serrated
scars where we stood
at the hastings and piquette
with pistols
partially cocked, revolvers and the muskets triggering
a tawny slow distortion across, we gauged the risks
and murdered images of thought, disassembling the pulpits,
skinning heroes and halos, meanings squirming and naked
spilling guts and scalping ideals, ideologies,
ideologues and hatchets to the pedestals
as the arrows shot straight through a target of signifiers
and when our judgment suspended
with our bared hands
wringing, we strangled the signified
spelunking old mine towns haunted with the cries
silenced by crushing
faceless injustice and as thirsty as thieves
we stole our revenge
firing the bayonets spearing crowns of monarchs, missionaries, mercenaries,
the machetes slice thick necks of martyrs, myths, memory
histories and markets and moments felled
burning down beliefs
burning down interpretations,
sintex stretched to the brim
bursting at its seams and when
we brought language to its knees
they poured the kerosene
as we sat by
the curb at the end of a road
taken so long ago,
watching it all burn away
up in flames the sways of cinders
up in smoke like bales,
forced fall of the flags blackened
sea of koseks smoldering march
in the ill-made trenches we dug
and where we put despair and the devils tears
by our own ressentiment
by our own violence
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drifting along the contours of the house of betue
roofings thatched and gables
woven overhangers,
terminal the turrets victorian, rotted
and wood singed, xbones and skulls
the icicles sharp
as daggers frozen drip
clear and lucid
waterdroplets drizzling slow
down steel, unkempt junctures and the scaffolding
melts enuf fbs
IX ashes loaf bmt
aarf dfw pear otis malt and tead get irate fohr phers
army gok elmer and esau paid far for matches and lighterfluid
and refter and sisto set riptides
butane ablaze
in waves of color streaking incandescence
jade, metallic pink, alizarine, blue
embers gloe
within coils still warming vacancy at the corner
of trumbull and m., haunted and enchanted
a grim tale inscribed amongst the ruins,
abandoned cars, buildings and lots,
free base and through the metal teeth
monolithic vacuocity
swallowing the streets
consequences complex of leftover capital
spuming unkept
dreamscapes delirium
industrial edifice thats last breath
gasped choking along the savoyard
beneath sewers plates marked eloise
grimacing between the parking-lots
chalkstained shades of grave
and cemented my apathy.
a funeral,
an exodus where the highway
with the fiercest wind went
and the bend in the handle
polishes carmine dusts the skylight
patiently, the sleeping silver bear
scoops her silvery salmon
from the pastel mauve and navy
blue clearlake above us,
the cityskyline is streaming and studded
with the ancient lights
like diamonds gleaming rivers across the overpasses
of mirrors rear-view visions
from the lookout bridges
onto freeways traversing the city, lodge and chrysler,
reuther, jeffries and edsel ford, homebound traffic
blaring with the signals, woodward in the left lanes
mitten turns and exhaust keeps their clasped
hands warm, masked faces, shoppingcarts, lost shoes,
old hats and scarves, while the synths and sample beats
alternate cars bass
thumping lowly
radiators hum
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rustle whisperings over the shoulder
and the time
shyly she nudged him in his sleepless crib,
their eyelids falling slowly weighs down
atop the hood of the abandoned automobile,
fingertips tracing silent reveries and the cold
frost upon the windshield, to the east dawn is soft
as gossamer
woven of gentle gestures
between trembling lungs they lay so still
stargazing
wordsblown
beneath the viaducts concrete they were
overcoded hearts of petrol
drums slow and heavy catching
bewildered scratching circuitry, wires tangled
frays and the rivers running blood and veins
sunken the gears grease
edges shapeless submerge
batteries juiced the electric
worldsblown
so
far
below, our bellies burning and lionheart
hungers gnawing churn stomachs
desires crave devour
drone of the wasps
hives of the restless
kinds apart we floated as the pages
turn wingclipped
bindings unspun
the jellyfishes bloom our tentacles
sway and grasp for anything propulsion,
littered noise and syringing
venom between the letters lore
and annotations as the strings
salted waves reverberations collapses,
scattered the seaweeds
where the sands meet the waters
cooling inlays
she looks on
a necklace of tiny lights arcing
alit the sky and upended from her vanity,
the binary coruscations
refracting barely perceptible
from underneath, squid inks and the rushes
of surfaces
all frozen above us,
disappearing
so
slowly
dissipating
visions cleaving where the tapestry
bends thin and dissolved
within whorls of clouds casted
skies fog of the glasses
filtering in the haze of then and when
the ice splinters,
between the shards and sharp slivers,
we surfaced
as searing as the sounds of sirens
and thunder roaring echoes warning
bleeds blue-red blinking
blur outside my curtainlace,
and the slip by day of the nite
i dreamt
i
heard your ship shearing across the horizon
swollen waters deep braiding
and its fading departure.
i could see from the harbor
your masts
stretch towards a new begin,
curving directionless
your frame
along the bow...
and when by tomorrow i am
awoken to the world
from a terribly
long sleep,
where the oceans kiss the skies and i
look for you
and when i feel a cool breeze
The dove's soft song about roses
I hear that again
and then
i
open my eyes
and
you're already gone...
and i wonder to where you're headed
and i think about you
sailing on your way
to turn the page
towards a new shore...
somewhen in the shallows
of a distance to a century
soundless, i was lost in the lakes
i lay
low squinting by the rockywinds
making shapes in muds and the slow tides gravelly
banks tar crimped, stripmalls, and trafficlights
miles and extending
nearby the sandy dunes and shoals and windmills
where the lakeshores shone
some time ago,
filaments flickering
of the old lighthouse and through the storm,
i was filling my pockets
with stones and the silences of years
unspoken,
i
lost my way
some
when breathing
barely
below the otherside
of ground,
i'd forgotten
how and if i was still
never and ever
even
moving at all...
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we take our whispers along the eaves with such great distances
and voices taciturn retrace our footprints fading
so that our dream might reply
to the sky's questioning stars
long ago when we too are dusts reclaimed
the verses undone and things left unsaid.
the roads are long and time is falling through me like an old film reel
celluloid unspooling and gently the light
leaking through the curtainlace we've drawn
these frames before
within our skins
leaning into tomorrow hymns of the silver rains
eclipse of morning
muted focus
colors softly
palettes of memory that pulsate within impressions
the forgottens swallowing ourdays
in tones of drowsy words
left soaking in alabaster moonlight
that tiptoes along the waters arise and crests,
dance of the seas
and when the waves finally break and the tide
shores landings descend
as delicately a blue swallowtail
falling quietly
the branching candelabras craning
towards the aether and overtaken
by the rapids currents,
the trunk of the old majestic oak
floating downstream slowly
where we buried
last nite's city
within the teardrop shaped throw,
hollow lies and uncertain promises,
the bone dry silences and fragile
the wishes
we carved into the bark
and stole from the roots,
the wonder that's keeping the stars apart
where there are melodies unsung
but the rhythm still does,
and where
ive always seen you.
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tonite, the asphalt plies our city
fallen a sea of snow
peaceful
stillness sparkles across
a quieting hush
beneath a winters sky.
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(ps hope things are goin a bit sweeter for ya.
have a wonderful & beautiful
tomorrowday my friend. :)
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