LP - Exit Pursued by a bear

Squirm

Field by field they're strewn
left to pick holes,
writhing mile by mile,
side by side
just strewn.

A single earnest creature
struggles to the surface like an inmate.
Unmoved by the siren-jeering, the crude chorus
of the languid left behind.

As he stumbles stutters strives

wide-eyed.

Climbing through the native night sky, high.
Beyond embittered green gasps and cries
of disbelief which crystallize into

the one soft threatless sigh.

Amédée

Amédée
A real nasty bit of business to abruptly rupture the carefree
bird-tweeting benevolence of my day, he might have troubled himself
to cower to a little smile, a hardly harrowing 'how do you do' or the like...

a nothing where a something was the order of the day.

Queer sort with his bothered posturing and scrunched up expressions like an elderly
Ionesco,
only infinitely more absurd.

Pish!

A twisty stop and starty spitting sun stream,
first place shower at a canter, sergeant target peaked his snout about.
He nestled nice above the window frame as the sun beat down on the dirty so and
so the cars whizzed by the wee whizzer.

Hands set behind the head
like a madcap character vignette
cool as you like it, cocksure.

Shake here tinkle there
smirks and giggles everywhere
'cept up the stair, ms. piggy pissed off.

In these quiet times, I often think about before, I return.

Erstwhile

Ireland: that damn'd word still stings and startles.
It jettisons her sons from space and time, left to wander alone in relentless rain
in search of the thing-in-herself.

Through misty eyes I see raw women propping each other up in secret huddles
plotting survival.

The men: their ears are burning and now wild embers flash across their yearning
hearts that ache with pride and malice and murder--Oh mother--I love you for doing
that to me.
I need, I cling to you like some forgotten rite,
unable, unwilling to prize myself from your ancient grasp
and how you now must gasp for the sick beauty in these waking dreams.

Hug

I watch her shed layer after
layer, floating to the floor
tempting the surface, too-ing and fro-ing
then collapsing in heaps...
...to whistles and roars

her leaning and lunging,
I feel each one coming
the rabble rousing more and more...

I'd smash their faces in
lecherous brutes, see her as a piece of meat
they come to consume her.

to me she is
the consumer,
not the consumed.
the enigma
to be reified,
to be imaged.

rapt and peering
through the blinking
I flicker
to capture,
to capture her.

Lucid Me

Spewing speeches idly to deaf and dirty ears. Negotiating headshocks and
Kierkegaardian fears. Squeezing for a sample, a trickling streamy dream. Baking in
the breaking sun, bubbling blisters shimmering
This man's done

And in the maddening heat, he comes to me. Frothing and shouting, dressed as a
soldier. Purple with rage, father why have you remembered me?

Idle hours, sneek through closed doors, seep from ceilings, oozing.

Slither and slide, softly promising, it's really not of my own choosing.

How could you make a show of me?

Lending Ears

In the dim blue light she runs wild. Dodging imagined sins; she survives.

With a hole in her head and the whole town watching, she admires the sea.
As the people converge, she is faceless, still, in a flood of activity.

As new follows blue, he is waking, then shaking in mute terror, she is leaving, to tell,
to tell them all

How ears will burn.

Grey in Grey

This event should be loving, if not loving than lovely, or at least satisfying but I feel
vile. Like my soul is getting sucked up there. Leave my line of vision, you fucking
drainer.

Hurry Minerva

Do you see her flying in the shadows? Soaring in the background? Hindsighted at the
onset of dusk.

In my head we moved beautifully, you were wide eyed about my new way of life, you
were still tipping away but I was ok because I was at peace with myself. I am an ass.
Still my instincts misfire and land me in these places of dis-ease. All knowing after
the event, all part of the journey, except I might fucking die on route.

Charter of Basic Principles

Imbued sensations sweep across the skin, frenzied. Antic explorations, plotless riotous
ramsacking. Seeing your shape shift and twist, smelling the stench of your exertions
strong and sweet.

Eyeballs and eyeballs full, nostrils and nostrils full, brimfuls, bursting.

Fire ravages my insides, roars through the pours.

Dancing alive, alight. Blaze through the eternal night.

EP - Amédée

Neti Neti

I lie.
Interpreting sleep sounds.
I'm buoyed by a soft and smooth delivery of note.
The crackled cloggy: a warning.

She wakes like a cub all dazed with blinky stretches.

Like intoxic nights and mornings;
Or peace between the ears,
Chasing skirts in summer,
Or a theory sinking in

But not this, not this.

Come let it pass over in silence.

Limits of my language, limits of my world.

EP - Procession

Bright Stars

I peer out from behind the veil of brainless
talk intrusively, I assess his strange malady.

I diagnose a swollen head, two in fact with
faces that seem as ugly as each other.

My patients always come to me
at the strangest times.

Darkness floats their souls,
fanciful slide-show
awake in sweet unrest.

The ugliest most beautiful
the despised glorified,
ineluctable procession.

My patients always come to me
at the strangest times.

I see them burning brighter than....
you burn for me...
you burn bright....

Last Supper

Even though the evening mourns
the passing of the day,
And the wallowing of wailers plucks
the sleep from where I lay,

I say grace.

I feel refreshed and rise and rouse
to greet my guest the courteous way.
I love him like the spider loves
the fly in his own way.

I say grace.

Just remembered his face beyond the feast.
Calm contentment, a raison d'etre reached.
I just wanted to get as close as I could.

They'll spit out "crime and insanity",
and swallow hard my meat of reality.
Is it mad to live and die your destiny?
Or are man-dish and I, in sane minority?

I say grace.

I just wanted to feel close to someone
I'm sorry Lord for tasting forbidden fruit.

Chaos

Soft young boy, weeping brow, desert-mouth, under your gaze
Do you stir? Do you hate? (listen).
I spoke whispers to the canvas made the eyes and mouth move

A strange smile? A life-clue? (glistens).
A message guessed at. Immediacy. That fades away again.

Soft young man, being burned inside out, mind: the fire,
Did you walk? Did you love? (carry).
Like your son, I bled alone but without the honour.
Moans for heaven? Was it deaf? Or not listening? Was I unconvincing?
Why have you forgotten me?

Soft and young being burned inside out under your gaze.
Do you stir? Do you love?
Enough! Your queries: Drops hardly heard hitting the ocean.
My head hurts my head hurts

Please god, No, I know, why I know…

A message guessed at. Immediacy.
That fades away again.