Sunday, December 25, 2016

JESUS AND THE WATER



Now,
Tell me how you remember him.

At the marriage at Cana,
When his heart beat hot
And the table ran dry,
he touched you, and you then were red, red, too? 

Or, on the sea of Galilee,
When the wind whined and whipped,
The sky his roof, your waves his floor,
And he walked about, a king purposeful in his home?

Or in the upper room,
It lit worried and hurting by candle light,
When he washed the worst with you
And cooed them dry, just before he gathered his wings to leave?

Now,
Listen as I remember him.

In our thrown of linen and straw
When all was laid bare
My limbs and lips spread wide
His tongue a dowsing rod
And like a well, o’ how I was found
I petted the great hair of his head
My small and simple bracelets tinged
As he lapped away with love and majesty
The sun had gone and if it did not come again
I would not have cared
I had given up on the time and language of men
The din of wars, those savage centurial stabs at power
Stood no chance against
The slow and steady building of my pleasure
His hands lifted, held my back up sweetly 
While my shoulders rooted the ground strongly
And then I was greater than any spring
When my own water came
Peace, appeased and freed

Then, 
Before he lifted his head,
I gave the black, black air a gospel:

“I love him
I need him
May the water always lead him”


Thursday, June 11, 2015

GREY


Hard hard black come
But white of light remains

And she sets down
The wave of color bright
Words abound good god
A will and might
Each love their mark
And split to see
The glory good god
The glory good god
The glory to me

But shadow hear too
And vessel floods to see
A pain a pride
Tear tatter burn but plea
Leave the ash to stir
An arc a star
To glory dead light
To glory dead light
To glory one rides far

White of light remains
And yet 
Hard hard black come

Thursday, May 28, 2015

UNTITLED (SUBWAY BOYFRIEND (THE GREAT BLONDE DOG))

I cannot help but see you sleep
Lids and hands closed clean
Though your lashes and nails are colored otherwise

You have that carved hard bottom jaw
That brings cruel boys pride
And I promise all my ships will set sail from it at dawn

For you see I wear a black shirt torn much like yours
And I have a gold velvet pillow
That is small but full much like your thighs

I see the word RAMONES sewn to your elbow
(Did a dream of a girl tack it there?)
Regardless let us together reach for Rockaway Beach

For what a bullet we are in this moment
This train a beaten silver casing
And you and I alone such mighty propelling dust

You see it is precisely 2:22
Just YOU and I in the night
Just YOU and I in this night
Just YOU and I tonight

But like a great blonde dog you twitch to your dreams
And I have always let them lie

Saturday, April 04, 2015

SELLING YOUR CHILDREN IN SPRING



When I enter the room
Dread is hanging from my eyes
And the alchemist is in repose

The window behind his throne
Shows no sign of gold or silver in the sky
Just grey tufts heavy and wet like rock

And spring is to be a time of design
Buds to be born and bring
A phenomenal hope as rich as the colors

But I did not come to think on such things
I came having chosen which souls to offer
And then run before I hear them melt away

I have chosen her and him and the urn
I have basked in the memories of our meetings
And now must pass them through a window for scrap

He reads their weight and then the calculations
But in all that this Hermeticism grants him to see
He cannot see the way their hearts spring of life

Cannot hear her babel and ting on my wrist when shaken
Cannot feel his soft and sleeping weight on my finger
Cannot smell the sweet musk from its open lips

A silver urn to love the ash it holds
A rotund band with beads like brothers
A cuff of coils bent as beautiful as water

Souls sold for scrap, they will soon be melted away
And the hungry necessity of my pocket is fed with $20
But how harrowing like winter this will always feel

Wednesday, March 11, 2015

SPRING IS COMING TO NEW YORK CITY

CATCHING A GHOST IN A HUBCAP
SMOKE MOVES FROM AN EMBER IN THE WET CLEAN NIGHT
AS THE SIDEWALK'S BLACK GLACIERS RETREAT

AND BAREFOOT IS AN OLD FEELING OF FREEDOM AND PEACE
FOR ME
FOR ME

Friday, March 06, 2015

UNTITLED (FOR C.B.S.)



Go quick star
Out the door across the field
The sun has died on us
Her crown slipped and so falls

Stay gone bird
It will be good for us both
I hurt you bad I know
But know you hurt me the same

So boil water babe
See it burns as bad as you can
Sit and steep something now
But never pour it on the flowers

Look outside please
Hurl me away if you would and should
But promise not to drag yourself
Screaming any farther in

Look back please
See that our years are always there
Like fraying waves they warble and play
So let us quickly go

And let them always stay



UNTITLED



ALL THE LANGUAGES THE WORLD HAS EVER HEARD WERE ONCE PILED LIKE A LAKE, ONE DROP ATOP ANOTHER.

AND THE PEOPLE CAME
AND DIPPED THEIR TONGUES
AND WENT AWAY BABBLING