Adonis, descending.

You may feel now the blue winds of changing
yet we will call up a stale, run-of-the-mill tempest
to fly every seed from your lush window-boxes.

Howl down your trenchcoat's sanforized attendance
explode all the grains of new living's enchantments
we collect in the folds of consignment dependents.

We pack souls in pale light and on dreams wet cement.

The Hyphenated Ma-n

Pierced by the Ar-row of T-ruth
Ba-lance-d on the Ca-nine Fulc-rum
Weighed up-on a Tin Halo
Me-asu-red with Ja-de Inf-in-it-ies

The Hyphenated Ma-n
Con-spires al-one in Unt-angl-ing
Endless Future Gods

I Al-ways Ob-serve

Automatador

Quaver memory's dappled substance aflame.
Zephyr's foundering glory.

Crimson echoes an empty arena.
Mithras has been forgotten.

Agapi Tigris

This inner Tiger roaring
tearing loose fetid bonds
leaping jaws agape
knowing warm flesh again.

Absentia

I shed a diamond
for each moment lost
that I might linger
in springtime sunlight
showered with fragrant blossoms
and holding fast your racing heart.

Glass Knuckles

Head-spinners all
couldn't punch their way out of
a paper bag.

Ear-ringers calling
on piggy-back dialup accounts.

I'm thankful for the
laminated aisles of consumption.

Checkstand drop-outs
waving glossy deviations.

Meantime, I'll be soaring
over the walls of the asylum
in my red balloon.

The world below melting
into verdant hues of
folded parchment.

Call NORAD-
I am an UFO.

Corpsicle

The artist has no right to survive his art.

Bats in the belfry.
Mice in the cellar.
Every niche is overflowing.

The Hunter has become the Hunted.

Don't bother saving me a place at your table.
I will not be joining you.
But please send my regards to Kurt and Chet and Spalding.

faux-gras

Electric-eel toothbrushes
breeding Dolphins in dixie-cups.

Force-fed plastic geese
reading Braille sports-tickers.

There was an Amethyst glaze
over the night sky
that told me
the True Cubes
are always round.

The moon caught fire
because it was made of
Lucite soap-bubbles.

So I put it out.

I'm through captaining
these inverted Asphalt Pagodas.

Elixir Vitae

If etiquette holds sway
and I should politely sip
when that Cup is passed to me
then slap it away with a laugh
for I may have forgotten
that the only way to drink
is to drown in ecstasy.

Charlie Actual

What happened to your wingman?

He slipped on a Fullerene
and fell off the edge
of the world.

That's the way it happens
when the C.O. extends
your Tour Of Duty.

The frozen question marks
get backed up into your
thousand-yard stare.

There isn't a PX in the world
that can shake loose those
Dear John's.

Paraclete

I visited the twenty-eight
mansions of the moon
past the four pillars
that support the firmament
and saw that Enoch laboured
for fifty days and nights.

In a vision he beheld the task.
With a word exhaled, creation.

Now, for fifty days and nights
I have toiled
for secrets without fail.

These visions dulled by fatigue
and the realization that I may be
the meanest prophet.

Lord, please burn me a bush.

BIGGER than money

Something is coming through.
The Aeon anticipated.

The priests aren't paying attention
and the temple walls are all hollow.

Deposed Archangels
awaken to the howl
of ten trillion silent prayers.

An illegible transmission
on a forgotten frequency.

It's BIGGER than money.

avalanche

It's no big secret,
all the candy-cane cocksuckers
know it.
Everything falls-
the only way
is up.

Remember what I used to tell you?

Those zombie blood-letters
will never get a clue.
Why do you persist on
showing them your neck?

You are nothing more than
a throw-away snack
for them.

But they can't hold back
the avalanche.

Diogenes

Snarl.
Growl.
Bark.
Howl.

"all things are the property of the wise"

Valkyrie

Valhalla's melodious gate
beckons.

My sword unsheathed
to pierce the veil
of the unknown
and carve new runes
upon the faces
of the uninitiated.

Lead me
handmaids of Odin
before I falter
and stumble
upon the unhewn blocks
of doubt.

Sanpaku Waltz

remorseless little needles
pinpricking chorea-plagued,
drunken spider-monkeys
swinging from the chandeliers
to the beat of
an epileptic tree-sloth
attempting to escape from
a faux alligator-skin handbag
as he pens the last verse of
his semi-autobiographical
comic-book rock-opera
and dancing the
Sanpaku Waltz

Avian Philosophy

I heard some birds
talking,
they seemed to say
this world
will never last
but this day
will never end.

invention

No outcome sought
that I can claim
while in an idle hour
for reckoning
I did explore
the ways of
natural power.

mariner

We are
ships to each other
sailing together
gilded rails
tattered sails
flying flags
announcing
I am here.

Within our hold
no guarded treasures
just glass-bottomed souls
and the ocean below.

no tunic

peepshow arms
glistening like
wet birds
the black seeds
remind me

no tunic

singing
harmony's intention
a splintered
battle scar
and

no tunic