in the choking throat of tunnel black, where darkness spilled now floats the smoke, where children gloat and joke and balk and walk across the barren track now talk of never turning back, each eye aglow beneath each cloak. The fire of the sun now kindles, through windows, wires, lights and lines of seraphim breath in spindles shine. it is where the ( Read more... )

i sit and i think and i stare through my drink, through the smoke of the air, to the night of her hair, through the brink of a wet grip of pursed lips, the whispered allusions of her hips bare and skin fair, the protrusions with their glare of eyes pink and aware. the naked flesh cold had quivered, delivered on a threshold upon my lap swarmed to ( Read more... )

The scorning gold ( Read more... )

Garments are but sin designed ( Read more... )

This wine has been poisoned ( Read more... )

Lesley and I played blackjack with them at Casino Morongo. A blurry picture shall ensue.

It is small, very small ( Read more... )

                      I
A punctilious dog returns to his vomit

With all manner of conduct and code

A punctilious whore returns to her lover

Walking barefoot on a long-traveled road

II

And the congregation of tombstones

Sings on the wind,

As I drink from a flask of plum wine

And the howl of the dog soon will begin

As I tie up my ( Read more... )

Oh God is not a gambling man

When He bets the devil, there ain't much chance

He has Himself a long-standing plan

He has it rigged well in advance

And yet my feet cannot rebuke this walk

And my brain can't stop these small incisions

I'm herded in. I am livestock

I'm caught up in a cloud of visions

The leather sips of brandywine

On squealing organ-grinding ( Read more... )

Lanterns full of hollow ( Read more... )