One of a Piece

--
drained the circling

silent
company

keeps a busier calm in solitude

repeating the need & fulfilled
in hearing this my so-called self
thinking out silence
--

Geek as the Gimp

--
I want to believe
the black bitter sorrow
that soaks my skin through
with spill'd cardiac stench
can be sweetened & sipped, still
like steaming temptation

--like wild habit fuel
that strips skips & slips
past all hesitation
to hunt for your jewel...

(O! Heart like a teacup--
all worn, chipp'd, yet dainty--
grown narrow with age...)
--

Sin Meta Presente

--
(In Memoriam Roberto Nin)


corazón del sur
corazón del monte

noche del sur
noche del corazón del monte

el corazón de la noche
late un respiro inesperado
mientras rodeo desvelado
el hogar del corredor suicida
que acompaña mi aliento rendido

desde el sur
sopla el sereno terminal
que no logra pisar
los talones del alba
--

Vocativa Perdida

--
fundar un hogar vocacional
en el momento fugaz
chorrea la virtud musical

pero el momento discurre
gracias al cauce del instrumento--
al marco formal de cultura
y ribera y motor

hogar, hoguera viva

II

las hojas de los árboles
se pudren para brindar nueva vida

las del calendario caen
y se deshacen para siempre

la vida idiota fluye
y discurre terca sombra
bajo toda intelijencia
--

Whittle-cage Sermon

--
floating above the corrupt
miasma of tropical summer in the city, suspended
over the darkened buildings they identify & crown

hieratic logos gleam in the predawn

letters
abstracted into tongues of cool flame

flattened circles, elegantly designed pagan idols
shaved down to temptation icons for vague appetites

the magical soft light sculptures hover
like a dimensional gateway

(shut me up in a good way
stuff yourself down my throat one joint
one gland one fold one beat at a time

is there no love will not suffocate
its object-- or suffocate itself
in its object, at best?)
--

Nightmare Fire

--
All is wrong
In my Mother tongue

I am less homeful, still for hire:
long live bulls' nomadic fire!

My worst nightmare: shackles
out of joyful punning
as my refuge, I fear
yields to new master's cunning

(...in, out & roundabout the deeply
wallowing whale to swallow
your badge, crown & shackles, & so--)

I bid you goodnight, sweet Prince:
unfettered nightmares find you poor
and free!
--

Plans for One Self: Parting Counter Season, revised

Any visit lasting less than three days is a short stay at the heart of a long journey--
--

not every fall is autumn's leavings
not every flight escapes or reaches home
as it climbs expectations of landing
elsewhere

not every trip is a stumble

as a thick tumbler's journey to date
:to measure ends shorter than means
& awake to yet longer dreams--
breathes inspiration redundant
to all purpose absent in relative risk

three weeks tick three hours down, down
a short stay by any other name
costing the least of smelly passions pent
up in synonyms fueled bittersweet
as foreign to your mother's tongue
& frightened bare by her daughters, even
--

Parting Counter Season

--
not every fall is autumn's leavings
not every flight escapes as it climbs

not every trip is a stumble
as a long tumbler's journey to date
(--to measure ends shorter than means
& awake to yet longer dreams-- )
breathes inspiration redundant
to all purpose absent in absolute risk

three days or three weeks tick down
a short stay by any other name
costing the least of smelly passions pent
in synonyms fueled bittersweet...

as foreign to your mother's tongue
& frightened by the daughters, even
--

TestrokeRHone

---
LET me dream before I look

let me kill before I hook
let me scream before I cook
(--got no home to call my nook--

may I save you with My Book?)

WELCOME to my lonely cauldron
tasty broth-bath nearing boil
sitting on your very fire
e'er on edge of sinking soil...

SAVE ME-- save me to the sere, & fallen
like the yellow leaf is calling
 --let me pull before we stroke...
---