april 2018




...as with lovers sleeping mouth to exhausted mouth

I breathe in the earth’s warm breath


my wife and receiver of souls

my ancient, rolling grave


whose fields rise up and arch their backs

and then turn and, uninvited


slide their sufferings deep into my bones

this fateful  intimacy


this all too-eager conception

that ignites the blue abyss


with reasons that do not exist as reasons

nor as god’s stinking breath


and so our porous minds will again be left

to disappear into the sand


as though sleep and thought had never existed

as though the earth was a mere dream


left to crawl its way through our bones

the bad smell of eternity


already attracting scavengers

the opportunists who have never known fear...






...strange how one’s words can become an empire

a voice behind the walls


a private city that worships echoes

that loves reflections


and rhymes which amass fortunes

and so as the cameras smile


and the napkins dab clean the excess sobriety

another idol swells with applause


and the empire again subdues itself

but, but the stateless, homeless, anonymous dog


sees only the bits and pieces

of an unconquered, wordless universe


defers only to the devastating music

that over and over shatters


its seemingly unreachable heart

but then, just who are the nameless strays of this world


the outcast and the mad

who have only infinity left beneath their tongues


who know that only silence rhymes with everything

the empty, wordless poetry


for which applause would be devastating...






...once, from a great height, I threw a net

a soliloquy of defiant, baleful psalms


right across the world’s face

it was a hope, a need, a cry


meant to outface, to chasten

all those idiomatic thugs


whose clichés patrol the mind

whose every word sounds of a severed tongue


but my arrogance and psalms

simply rolled on and on unnoticed


out into the void

a fruitless idiosyncrasy


and although the world’s face

still swings by on a thread


I can sense its submission

I can still hear its excuses


those unmistakable, menacing sounds

of severed tongues


patrolling the mind...

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