ode to a fish headed fool
seventeen and shaving you stood before the faded mirror that only
showed parts of through its dim interior
shaving with a hunting knife, it sounded like
you were dragging the blade up the ragged muscles of your spine
your young voice drags to me over the years. “Jackson” you said,
“I done had every daughter the man got. His wife keeps gettin’
me aside to come over when he’s not home.”
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Enchanted Flames
soft blankets of white shroud umblemished infants
insincere, untouched, out of reach
pining, pining along a trail
a wilderness of lost souls
beyond the distance, a sparkle twitches
mocks the onlooking moon with graceful steps
Lord, awaken me from this hideous slumber
that I may look upon these foolish games of sensuous pride
I prayed for light
and the world paused
these soft, mad children dance to the mockery of a song unheard
I too dance
not to music but to a melody
a chariot of bronze mares
swaying to a tune
a gift
a love
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Death and a Cup of Joe
“when rainclouds speak no more
through the Autumn of the sea”
recites death while
sitting on his pedestal and sipping warm cappucino
prince
he thinks
or maybe I’m a jester, with
no king and
no court
eyes seeking
searching his soul from beyond the
gaseous nicotine, beyond the
dark realms of jaded spotlight
a mournful hope or a
simple prayer
avoid his wicked grasp
hold tight to your masques, he says
it’ll be OK.
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Insomniac’s Dream
close your eyes, my darling
and whisper time away
count these mournful sheep
and curse the games they play
steal the twinkle from the stars
from heaven will you shine
stalk the cursed afterglow
and join your soul with mine
sheep enchant the morning star
i loathe these games they play
slumber tells a thousand lies
and exiles the light of day
Lord forsake the sandman
for empty are his eyes
wicked dances on his crown
and hollow is his guise.
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