The Captivity of Light

Caressed by darkness
in a cold unfamiliar to few
is a pale unknowing innocence.
Blind to touch and impervious to passion;
shallow thoughts churn deep.
Abducted by warmth, a corpse surrenders to a distant brilliance
succumbing to its grace and beauty.
Drowning in the purity of unfathomable joy,
a world unbeknownst approaches.
Life bursts forth infinity
and freezes quick in time
the timid touch of a vapor cold.
At the crux of essence—abandonment.
to darkness,
the bellicose soul conforms.
Effortlessly finding solace
In the sarcophagus of time
Rebuilding slowly
One thought at a time.

Phoning it in

Shutup neatly like a brick
I smile at my new home
Cotton Ball drapes
and rice paper walls
the better to hear me
Phoning it in
Fancy meeting you
in my new space
Now stand back
and watch me work my magic
I coddle the cowards
and give them the business
All the appropriate fingers
up to the sky
Keeps them busy for hours
The loveless freaks
I simply show the door
and instruct them
on how to use it
with slow and deliberate language
and on the other side…..
ta-da!
Nothing
No pretty girl waiting patiently
No new world order
That will truly respect your rights
Not even that fucking snow
You asked for on your twelfth Christmas
Just a sea of slack faces
Begging for vitamins
And the secret to life
Well here it is my child
‘All that you love will be carried away’
So sign your name on the wall
And leave your worries for the next person

tensions are rising

dark matches dark
in the arrid hallway
ghosts of molded chairs
and painted landscapes
now like desert and rocks
from the ten years dust
here i am alone
but the feeling is: surrounded!
hands up, hop on one foot
negotiators cake is soap for the hostage
but memories are the only bargain now
would i trade them for amnesty?
if they keep up the whisper
'is he going ahead with it?'
'not him, never,...coward i suspect'
i lie to myself to keep the bay at pigs
if you ask yourself
where will it all end?
do a youtube search
i think of stockholm's
and laugh
as i run to the end of the hallway
kicking up dust
and unused shells
here, an empty bedroom
i am terrified to enter
as a cold hand clutches
the colder knob
i burst in
thoughts a blazin'

i wrote this while high

machine gun ray
had his hands
in this pie and that
but always kept his secrets
in every pocket
but the back
lilith the blind stripper
never missed a beat
but spent every dollar
casting gold
to her feet
brad and beth
the bitches, respective
never did vote
but were always elected
and god
the fuck fanatic
the witch
and the winner
bathed them all in prizes
as he cast them as sinners
and the story?
there is none
the moral....
forget it
this world is nonsense
and bullshit
and nonsense
deal with it

Belfast, KY

Harry seemed nonplussed
Paula was in the the garden
with the kids
it stopped raining on thursday
and the wind hit the switch
on the seasons
wrapped the fence
around the chimney
and sent the family
into the clouds
like birdsy
who've forgetten to fly
but the path soon lights
ending on a dot
on a map
reading Belfast, KY pop 1091
raising silent children
in the shade
and now jimmy is afraid of storms
and they all forgot to name the new baby girl
wasting time on a dream
of another home
from a long long time ago