flesh

is the curve

of a breast

falling beyond

apparel

towards

mi site,

and in situ

I stare,

dumbfounded

that such simple

geometry

captivates,

enchants,

rings of dawn

and delights,
and all so in a name

wavering,

I succumb

and ask

for a reason
from god,

from allah,

from bhudda,

from yahweh,

from timothy leary,
to release this

sodden pink mist

to my lips

and witness

the alchemy of

my cock to stone

this coil of flesh

to gold

Absent friends

How dare u go away

u bastard

u robot monkey

u rebel without a tree
separation anxiety

is a door

to a room

without exits

and a shrink

in crinoline encrusted

leopard skin pants

waiting to accept

the entrance fee
So get on your pony

and ride

the white clouds

back to my arms

golden boy.
The sun of Hebron

the dusk of Camden

cannot breath in my smile.

animals die

its just a fact

crushed by bulldozers

and eaten for snacks

liberations

salt and vinegar

made from

mutant cows

twisties twirled

from matchsticks

cheezels sucked

from sows

......................

Nite is on regardless

of the simmer

of the heat

the politics

the seems of golden thought

cascading like piss on

an Ibiza evening

and torre melinos

shouts over the pool

as the evening scrolls

across the nites sky

to many options

for love

to much is left to

my fertile crescent of imaginings

and u r there

and I am

here

Beside Mao

Beside the monument to all workers

Beside the city still forbidden

and the throne of blood

lies a heart,

mine.

Nite holds morning

swept over the crescent

and delivered

to me

behind dark glass

those eyes

indian pears

awash in ripe juice,

follow the room

and so sadly

r

never

2 no

the beauty

of gazing

within

the beauty

staring

within

How can mi heart

resile the dichotomy in your smile
the bliss

resounding, exploring, resonating light,

that summer,

that cannonade of pure

simmering, unfolding, felt beauty.
The pain which cracks

the foundations of my soul,

forces back my heaven inside

a miasma of burnt stars

and black emotion.

Your soul possessed

your heart taken

your hand entwined

your body

unfurled and untouchable.

Mi time in your presence

is Capra's death pose melded

with Monet's most radiant lilies

sprayed on Bourgeois's eclectic breast.

I know your existence

so forgetting is impossible

and in passing

your arc of angels

I discover all that can be human,

the sweetest love

and blackest living death

wondering as I wander

through myself

wether u have ever

thought of me in any frame

beyond the hand

behind the service of glass.

how finely balanced is love

it trips wires of fancy

falls from heights

to crush the unsuspecting

bruises and bleeds

the most fanatical behemoth

then strips the soul

of all mirth, wonder and joy.

loves ease

in its infancy erases

the pain of ending

and ending hours in her arms

is all I need to

erase the pain ending

each day without her.

last nite i bathed

in her beauty

swam so many circles

I passed out

to the darkness

descending her loss

and did not notice my muttering

to the sullen winter skys

of my desire to breathe

in her scent

lick the gilded rivers of sweat

from her golden skin

and plead for those words

to reach her lips

and fall into my arms.

And you my friend

are more beautiful than all

in your loss

in your saddness

in your pain and happiness

in your words

lost to the winds of love

in your desires

to be all

that you can

only to discover

there is more of you

to discover than

the depths of the seas

deepest trenches

can possibly wash clean.

if love is all

then love is everyone,

save me

and u.

so fukin chill man