Within the Book of Life

We awoke to the sound of plunder and mystery within the language
Born of fire and desire—wicked as wraiths fading into darkness—

The taste of flesh fueled the need to hunt
Life living within fences and war…

…the mist pours into our souls and angelic scripts etch hope into our hearts
and parables into our minds…we decode the body of magic…

junk bonds and increasing divorce rates…
all we love is born from hate…

In the meridian a jungle teems with jaguars…
Mystic and simple—corporeal and carnivorous—
Muses wait inside thick vegetation…feeding a nation…

The horror of jeering Roman soldiers…
Christs’ cry and a darkening sky…

Diminishing Integrity

the slow leaden gloom of a dark sun in a quiet after-
noon…the zenith of existence fades and ghostly spect-
rums intoxicate leaving remnants of revelation within
the sentient darkness of night…

wandering in a desert
a soul morphs
into an eagle and a snake…

the human stage is infinite
voices ablaze marking hours
and days disintegrating…

a startled eye beams like a sun
in an uncharted galaxy…concentrating
its atomic energy…the codes uncoil…

on a park bench
a bearded bum
screams at crows
flocking and dispersing…

In Amber Hued Dreams He Confessed

laughing like a father at a feast
of Easter (His eyes strangled replies)
His is a symphony of flies swarming rot

a wake in the cool bleeding of dusk
the rigid face of the deceased blushed
cheeks of his cold facade look alive
as tears of ghosts irrigate fields of time

strange in its garbled wound spoke
mental anemones bringing forth foam
to appease a hued medley of a mesa

hewn from sands of swirling sensation
hooking into the worn skin of a lone man
screaming obscenities toward memories

no orator can opine on this creature
eating the meat of his sentence sent
to all infections mating in the trance

A Bleeding Eye Portends Disease

after her tariff a hand shakes maracas
mascara trails smoky streaks of black
heart failure concrete echo winter’s snarl
imbued with slathered ice sheets of sadness
marketed smiles blanched ivory all
Beings monitored by Arachne threading
the web searched by blind engines
eyeing our eyes with consensual lies…

trembling gossamer narratives
screaming beyond windows
and walls barricading us
from obsidian skies
of dead stars burning…

As its Bevy Bursts

(in a hallmark of the powdered king) within marshes
We march to ward our tarnished talismans
And spit on the bones we toss into Fate

Clicks and scratching thoughts
Crack our minds flaking lead
To mercurial rivers laughing
Rage brewing intoxicated law

With this ring of mystery guilt blinds
The smiles and trysts of bled wrists
Spurting crimson cursives in Time’s
Hollow language soiree internment
Beside the corridors of calculus

And beyond the gate of physics
Shadows recite sensual sigils
To pull us like marionettes

Near the bloody, darkened, velvet curtain
Closed across eyes in unending rest

We Can’t Behold

grave ghosts of an afternoon
unheard withered
in the consciousness bereft
of a rudder within

night waits behind
the mask of light inseminating
hearts with murmuring shadows
of tranquil caution

the rattlesnake meditates
on flesh and venom in the sutra
of territorial Nagas of slit pupils

burning the prayer of mother mary’s melodious hair
wavering in the lullaby of the early summer breeze

by now we know trees retain time signatures
and keys of dissonant free will deeds
surrounding the DNA of existence breaking
into shards of montages burning war bonds familial
knots slipped and tightened by the heart fighting rigor mortis…

the Egyptian eye discards brains
hieroglyphs of unutterable names
ritually ejaculating beasts on the nod…

awash in Aiwass
the most wicked strophe in the epic of life
blood-let specters throughout parchment mental trips
toward the valley of the skull kings wrapped in legends
open jaws inhaling faces into the cold spirit wishing past
present futures linking hierarchical portraits
with the golden grace of salvation
measure treasure as you see the body
degrade in crumbling mausoleums…

After the Antichrist’s Introduction

the pied piper plays sinful tones widely wavering
across open prairies manifesting destiny reaping
nightmares starring skulls hovering above fires
reflecting dances drunk on earth’s exotic blood…

flooding the dreams of a young man Indians stare
far into the burning horizon being consumed by blue…

a young woman’s hips sway as the ground grumbles
a volcano vomits vicious streams of red carnage…

Romans nail a bleeding carpenter to a wooden cross
the sky darkens … gathering tears … hearing his cry…

a father laughs as his son is beaten and robbed
fighting for freedom straining to be acknowledged…

in a cracking room, centuries of visions amalgamate
shaping the river incapable of forgetting reflections
climbing sunrays approaching the unutterable language
awaiting the fluent heart capable of reciting its tongue…

In the Illuminated Distance

I

the eyes of an abandoned child darken the winter daylight
a chill drifts across the sealed chambers of an old mansion
at the end of a vast hall new shadows pace stretching sky-
ward as echoing memories leak from the walls deteriorating

hateful words color a poet’s mind dark as blood flooding cries
leaking supernatural torments sharp as fear choking daydreams
slowly sinking toward the ancient realms of night anticipating
the howl of primitive spirits intoxicating sleep arousing snakes

II

the anteroom and the bridegroom
leavened deeds surround stretching
breeding the yeast feeding the beast…

underneath buzzing fluorescent eyes
doctors with convex expressions eye
the icy body seeking earth’s womb…

Etched in Inky Rumor

Bonded by the bloodline
The midwife opens her
Heart and its chambers
Burst like shrieking flames
Until charred souls dissipate
And ramble in dead houses
Alone in the waste of purgatory
Annihilated by nihilism stoked
With the wit of icy witnesses
Bombastic in the blaring canon
Immune to the lyrics of the cross
Holding time hostage until we see
Their shadows behind the movie screen

The Soldier’s Vacant Grin

The mother’s knife raised above her babe
The father’s footsteps fading in the air
The brother’s fist exploding shards of years
Tears of the sister in a bloody hospice gown

The dew filled meditations
The reverberating reflection
Fills dawn’s silence with trust

Saying Satyrs are the other
Mirrors fissured on ocean beds
Rusting wedding rings in unknown crypts
Oozing ghosts ranting into swirling tones
Confusing followers of amalgamated magic
Running toward alabaster nuclear blindness

…and she, with the witness, tells thousands of variations that they were never born within
…the womb folds into the silence of a mass of graves waiting for their bones to dance

Wend in your fear when electric choices voice their pinions
Into being stumbling in drunken revolt toward whetted growls
Prepared to pound and gnash dreams of white picket families
And spit their cubist remains into rumors of historical shades

With dust you will drift toward unborn galaxies…