what giving creature is this

something like a whispered song

Friday, May 26, 2017

i yearn for the unveiling release

i yearn for the unveiling release of the artist who can open life with the stroke of the brush against canvas she paints with blood, and each approach is the forfeit of her virginity again and again such an artist longs for an appreciation of her existence and must stand naked before the canvas, ready to give birth - a rendering on the weave of her pale womb and the pains of it are tidal, each stroke a violent lashing against the quay built with...

Monday, May 8, 2017

her smile is the thing

my mama, she holds the puppy in one of her black and white histories and her smile is the thing a bare-footed gypsy in the  early years of her epoch, building up those resistances i think i might believe that  that smile is for me-in-waiting,  because i called for her even then her youngest child, who would be heir to her runty, her lush...

Friday, May 5, 2017

lost joy found

i see in you a flicker of the joy that hides now in the well of this grown man a flame lit when he was an active boy a prince of all the fields in which he ran a certain seed was planted in the rows within the hallowed virtues of his youth it is with love and life that something sows to bring to fruit the wellspring of his truth and in a time he sees the goodness drowned by all the labors of the evil kind who whisper death to joy without...

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

the love of many

i'd wish for you a second lover's lips to sing the praise of your passion's passion, for the largess of your engulfing love, how it spills from founts to overtake the seas love is not a bound volume, to be spent judiciously or loaned with the frugality of the moneylenders, but a thing refreshed by the vitality and desire of the giver, who cannot stem the tide any more than cease her heart i'd wish for you a third lover's lips to...