Spiritual Necrosis


poets and possession (hold the key
and watch it rust) midnight ejaculations
and murmurs of forgotten terror…


surrounded by dismembered dreams
and manifestations of spiders
my eyes search for understanding
souls… (I hear the serpent’s tongue)


distorted and oily profiles of visionaries disintegrate
within the Akashic vault (where all egos are pillars of salt)
we become an ocean still as death and forget our final breath


mortality hardens every-
thing… (given life man slays)

the mob gathers and drinks its pride
hunting monsters locked inside

borders of empires
gratifying desires


I have developed an intolerance to ambrosia
All smiles and sunny days seem sinister to me


As I Listened to a Wilting Flower

I heard a dream close upon an opening
Where a lonesome lover weeps smiling
Throughout quiet days of calm sorrow

Dim as a hall with bulbs burning-out one
By one as sure as a setting sun sinking
Out of the sky like a long labored sigh

She drinks through tall wide windows
Blooming breezes that hush her heart
From the sharp sting of solitary being

Walking Through a Spring Morning

The wind swept cool sun
Beams upon my face
Birds and blooms sing
Choruses of bright grace

I imagine windows opening
In every house on each street
Where people pause to taste
Crisp dew dulcetly dripping

Worshiping the rising day
Each miracle on its way
Notes of other lively songs
Celebrate the azure dance

A Dream Catcher on YouTube

Here is a recording of the poem “A Dream Catcher”: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AAO7XFYJS9k