Thursday, November 27, 2008

You're the man...

In languid repose I concentrate on you.
My leitmotif? My friend,
on you... who is missing.

the you without the chuff,
without the bags strapped too heavy to you,
the you without the gnashed tooth...before the rootfull remorse.

Concentrate on you ...
I call back the harmony of your companionship
the prelude to this... absent status....lost language.

“How beautiful your smile” was my introduction.
Interval that struck a thousand chords.
Struck indefinite chords.
The smile strikes me softly
a wave against my cheek
curving my lips.

Easy eyes of agreeable glares,
I look in at the amiableness and esteem you,
never notating the slight impiety present.

Lies, lies, lies, I lay aside for now...
for you, for you my friend.

I feel your long limbs from across the room.
Arms, legs, fingers, toes, yes even those,
even your toes.
I feel them, respect them, respect you...
beautiful, to long limbs.

Your absence, it has crescendo-doe-doed
you punish with it,
and smile your secret smile
as reproach.
Such orations, silly monkey!

Needless distance confounds gentle hurt,
gentle heart!
This is not a requiem mass,
I am not the pope,
not the Papess either, well...
“kiss this ring, you FOOLS!”
Kiss me you fools...
like a brother.

I seriously think ‘bout you
my my my, dear friend!
Not your short time.
I think seriously ‘bout your gentle company.
Let us be gentle again,
heated time is cooled,
let us be gentle again.

My, dear, Dear, let us languidly repose for a while
a short while, a long while...
and concentrate on...
stars that pass through branches
on...sound waves that echo in the distance
on...mundaneness, or extraordinariness,
you're the man.

My dear, Dear, let not my fierceness frighten you.
I am a force of nature
this is my forte,
yes, I did say forte...
I am some kind of force...
let it be.
In your nature you understand,
you say you can understand,
Well, we’ll, let it be.
Counterpoint to Counterpoint.

Dear brother, I admire your beauty,
don't mean, the skin
don't mean, the bones,
not the meat and gristle...
well, of course that...
but, more so, the beyond,
beyond, the beyond.
all of it...a rhapsody of you.

Ah, you speak...My friend, my brother,
my my my...
missing person.
You speak to me.
All is well again,
and there is music, strange music.
A symphony, a symphony...
I repose sitting up, concentrating on you...
my dear friend...
you've been missed.

Monday, November 24, 2008

Again and furthermore

"Friends. Friends. Friends.
It’s happened again.
Pearl for swine.
It is happened again."

This gift that you gave is complicated,
how does it work?
“Like clockwork at the cocks crow.”

First breath
your breath is sweet
lip to lip it deceives.

The breath only fills the space
of the hole that yowls
its muffled lies.

Curled tight as a fist,
tears water the treason,
soak squeaky bed.
Rusting coils
rub raw
in the middle
rub raw hipbones.

Scrunched face!
Your fat lies
and silent neglect grow
like a howl!
It fills hard the empty ache.
Flesh soft, is torn,
muscle broken,
gifts to agonizing ignorance.

Ignorant blind eye,
what does one face say as
the other is spoken to?

This is you friend.
This is you monster.
This is you hairless fowl.

Enchanting devil, longed for is your long look.
Your fat eyes hide the villain.

Captivating stranger, wanted is your touch, soft.
Your stone skin hides the crook.

This is you, you
This is you, you
This is you

You've crippled the crippled!

Hyper fat teeth gnash at the strings,
no, the silk threads,
made of moments spent,
filaments birthed from a damaged being.
They glide...unseen feelers
ripped mid flight.

Wolf, your wool stings.
You rip down the stag ,
you rip the stags throat,
the one that embraces you
embraces you still.

You rip out the infant!
You abort the friend,
steal its breath,
the one that embraces you
embraces you still.

it has happened again
at the end of the day
it has happened again. "

A savage gift from you, my
fiend fiend fiend.

Friday, November 21, 2008

can't see the forest, for the Tree

ON CUE, your span draws my sloppily sincere
my latent libidinous leanings

I lay under you
my tree
prostrate, face up
under your branches

I look beyond your limbs into the blue
ignoring your un-admiring
projections, blur-
as smoky signals pass by
I contemplate you
I contemplate me

I still admire your limbs
critically aware of
your unreturned affection

The sliver moon smiles knowingly
I'm embarrassed,
she passes through your branches
I ignore her
I ignore all

I press at the ache
I press the inside of my stomach to my spine
pressing at the pull, that pull
that pulls at my gut
that pulls at my heart
that pulls at my throat
that pools in my eyes
forcing an overflow

I focus on you
not the house of many eyes that wink at us
far beyond your branches
I ignore them
I ignore all

Your trunk
your roots
are my cradle
I reach for you
I reach around you
with my psychic energy
I hold you

Eyes closed
I dream you hold me
I think I hear your root crawl
around me
your long limbs bending
to touch me
sparse tender spring leaves
soft against my thighs
or is it your autumnal leaves
bumping off of my hot cheek
creating a bed of moist dry
bits of you

A bed that smells of you
that smells of earth.
I breath you in
filling my self with you
only to breath it back in

I open my eyes
to your cold stand
your shadowed limbs blacker
against the black night
the blackest night

Naked, I turn towards you
to face you
I press my body wholly against you
press my lips to you
compelling -imploring you
to press back

I lay naked upon you
naked against you
as the curtain draws
to a close