Maybe if I love you my feet will be found -
On this grand boulevard, with the bricks and the smoke.
Alas! I am mad. I have hounded my heart.
You have yet to find me, and we have yet to part.
I peer over the earth, holding on by my toes.
I see darkness, our limbs, stars and our bones.
The stars prick my skin. They don’t stop ‘till I bleed -
So I stare bloody hard, turning my cheek.
With blood down my brow, and my heart splitting in two,
I see what’s to come, so I needn’t find you.
We both fell from the earth. You can see the dust
Where our heels spun off, clawing creatures of lust.
On this grand boulevard, where I’m begging to flee,
I bend over and lick wounds of a screaming beast.
I’ve seen faces chained to the same fate,
But they wrestled their way to the shade to wait.
Parting chained bodies and parting the sea,
Parting the grass, they meet under that tree.
And perhaps it does work - they stream ‘cross the sky
Muscled and fine, and in love with the light.
Recall, you and I, if we were to meet,
Would like bison fall, in a stampede of meat.
We’d twist and claw, scream and bite.
And the people would laugh. And the people would fright.
Frozen in place, faces awash with blinding white,
They’d awe at our bath - of tongues, skin, and light -
Even the beast would tighten his chains on the ground!
We’ll continue to rise before we plunge forward and down.
Our violent embrace, a flying spectacle of fire,
You’d be able to trace the smoky line of our expire.
We nearly made it to Pluto’s daylight!
But we choked on our souls, in the fever of flight.
Aye, there will be times
Where the Moon cries aloud,
Dethroned from the sky,
Upon the fading of night.
And love, heavy wine,
Will sit me in this chair
Joan of Arc
Heard a lark.
Or were those angels,
“Go eat English bagels!”
film on the window pane.
Peering eyelashes entwining with glass.
She’d like to see the varmint, say she, that splinters the Early Risers
and Sinking Swimmers.
He waggles his finger, don’t you dare.
Cotton-faced. Your lawless overgrowth strews hapless
bloodbugs. Those spidery, unthinking bones of yours
entangle in nets Between You. Between Me.
(Devilish and ghastly, say he) the nightsky riders fly. (say I)
Their feathers gleam pearl and you, you
gossamer fiend, you
perch atop a flaming star.
Arousing, is it not, the midnight cries of
Lovers and Dreamers? who sin sin sin.
His onyx eyes like
slick black sea rock,
seek what light he can eat,
His moonshine feelers tear robes of silver shining
from my constricting spine.
a swelling inkspot, absorbing.
Hanging, suspended, my conscious
A diabolical vortex - unseen.
That varmint, say she,
suffocated them, like a curling monsoon,
my Wing Swift and Talon Claw: my only singing voices
above the droning of the sea.