Object Arrivals

sweet filth in whitewashed lust?

flighty rage for order, older & renewed
ferment jokes, toxic waking:
what is the chemistry of your faithful organs?

a code for consciousness--
a memory maze in the rosary murmur
not subject to departures
--

Horseman, Pass Over

--
sweet filth in whitewashed lust?
flighty rage for order, older & renewed

ferment jokes, toxic waking:
what is the chemistry of your faithful organs?

a code for consciousness--
a memory maze in the rosary murmur
--

Unsung Soul

---

beyond our finger counting
turn of the century
sorrows are mute with age
losing voice & words
to the choking hold

a sudden rainstorm fills in
for tears our eyes will not wring out
is there no untapp'd well beneath my heart
to slake the dry rage in my mouth?

there's no fear of falling
when your life is a snake's crawl
among broken glass

embrace the pain
to find the light you seek
there is no birth & death
there is no end to birth & death


---

No Noose is Verse

--
Counter-ballast bard
grown melancholy
works a voice out
loud, mid-blizzard
to be his hissing only

Critical hierarchies
lower memory
down the well of names:
fishing sinks their bucket
in final pendulum bounce
off the outcrop-- nameless, then

Review without staring?
--

Fruit of the Fruitless

--
So much sloshy thinking bears no fruit:
solitude keeps its own poor counsel

As moss drip of desire pools & stagnates
swelling the wrong joints
in blotchy dysfunction

only to seep through torn tissue
leaking from the undone fiber of skin pages
--

Lifetracks

--
I went from paradiddle to embouchure
:from keeping a pulse I took
to floating a trill high above the fray

See, the music stand felt frightfully
warmer than the mosh floor melée

I yearned to fall amongst rock'n riot grrls
but never could lock in follow-step
til I slunk into the dance studio

O ballerina kisses, fruitless curiosity
unfulfilled in a night's pinch
(grope? fumble? collapse?)

Alone in my tower of babble
I mourn for the dead: overwhelmed
by spirits I make liquor my business
--

Blues Trucho, part 1

--
Drunks make me scared
& teetotalers too--
brawlers & smoochers
& preachers all do!

They all make me lonely
for a dream love that's true.
--

I love my solitude
cos it keep me safe'n sound--
yeah, I cherish my solitude
--anyway,  ya don't come 'round

Only tease me'n abuse me
like a mad child just been found.
--

(note: 'trucho' is Argentino slang for 'counterfeit')

Borrowed Buckley Hopes

--
A fine banquet on a dream table
cobbled from the dregs of love
the dregs of life an epic fable

O voice alone of alien chanter
rock my convalescent pulse
in heartbreak canter

break & run into gallop fun
before you shrink my age
before I grow my wrongs in rage

the long-lived echo of your death
rings the fool baton in hand
fueling virtue's isolation
to dream a second breath
--

I shoulda stayed at the trapset
holding down my backbeat gig

I should have rooted wilder
to dig at the limit & stay pretty

I should've stuck to my guns
given fair warning to let you know

I shoulda cut out in time
gone gone gone in a blaze of glory
--

We listen to the dead to listen for the dying
--who calling us out to call us in?

Stories told in hiding
as we fall out from love--
built up & spun out of questions

There is only silence after an answer
bubbles up from yeasty wine, bottled shut

We listen to the dying
to catch a message
from long-dead love

We listen hard & listen limp
to labels & categories made anew

We come alive to Death Metal Folk Music:
a flaming red horizon/that screams our name

(all is nothing but borrowed time
anyway-- a beggar's love
of stolen moments)
--

Roces del Agua

--
en el corazón de la vida
que refleja su piel, el ansia expansiva
diluye la dirección privada de metas

borroso centro pinta lienzo social
en contradicción expuesta
más allá del público hacer,  silente

nadie me canta paisaje
pero el chorro afluente ahonda el cauce
y se recoge al secreto río en su nombre

(lujuria secreta entierra el deseo privado
del ahogo sereno en la desembocadura)

perdido aquí me encuentro y te requiero roces
--