Ignore the dreams,
they are confusion:
the devils’ chorus,
urging change.
Stray but from
the path, dear boy,
and all will fall,
will fall, will fall.
Limbs of a thousand
trees groan down,
thunder on your shoulders.
Feet sunk deep in sucking mud.
You pawn,
you errand-boy. You serve a lazy master
whose will is an anvil on your spine,
whose face is made of paper.
Hold me in emulsion
Freeze my nights gone by
Give me back one moment
(He whines before the knife)
into an abyss
hissing with broods of unhinged
regret
tube-worms’ hopeful swaying
waving goodbye
love-chained
in the churning silence
waiting for the flash
of a sudden explosion
blood fills the sinus
you!
leave it there
this mission
is not
yours
but this daydream
keeps you clawing
at the gates
untie the knots that bind you
upend the changers’ scales
you are not this aching circle
you are not this heart which fails
Adam’s dust in on your temples
David’s thirst is in your loins
you have crossed the sands to see Me
don’t forsake me for some coins!
for the charm of life is fleeting
often squandered, often bruised
and the one sin I can speak of
is the sin of life unused
joy is dead
and the long goddamn centuries
stretch out before me
plastic
uncaring
weigh the world down with a collar of lead
lost in mind games
and vaginas
i tried waking myself up with words
so, so little living
half the space i had before
now the vision
is nocturnal
and kept alive with hope
good intentions
and maybe just a little cruelty
the impulse to glory is hot
i know, i know, i know,
cause nothing else tells me to grow
do you have a clue where your money goes?
it’s ugly! it hurts!
let me go!
do you find that you spend
too much time, too much time,
too much time
wasted waiting to fly?
you can wander the earth
making love, giving birth
and try faking a smile when you die.
get away! get away!
run away! get away!
get away from this earth
that we hold
it is hungry and deep
leaves us nothing to keep
when we give ourselves up to the cold
when we scratch our names into that cold
Stolen moments
You failed to control.
Torn back by partisans of time
I want this situation
To sponge up all the droplets of scattered intensity.
So I put the squeeze on time
Getting my money’s worth
And then some.