Tag: art
-
I’m Only The Watcher
In borrowed headphones hit the street, meet Keith for keef at the boardwalk I’m paro as fuck now but when I get home I’m getting high as a parrakeet Or a palace parapet where the ivy climbery meets the downward creepers And Rapunzel’s hair is a rock climbing teacher Load of absolute creatures beside me,…
-
Albedo
White as twelve ivories White as the moon’s eye White as the dying White as runic lightning White as Papal garb White as paper sheaf White as a chasuble White as delight, charity, merrity, rare nobility White as albumen White as Algernon White as studs along Orion’s belt White as the skin around your welts…
-
Septuagint
Seven pillars the grace of Islam Seven seals the rage of His lamb Seventy seems plenty but not when there’s only seventy left Seventy seven sent heavenward Seven days but before them what word? Seven he made like lion and eight nine A seventh of it is iron Seven plus five spies out of Zion…
-
Sins of the Flesh
I think of my best clothes and they are on Inside my black jacket lining red as scarlet-snouted Anacreon Alacrity enhances your acceptance of invitation Your smile written citation I slink naked, clock my best clothes and they are off Upon the floor, finery’s trapdoor Stoking old loves angry spurned ghosts, host hating rewinding old…
-
Caving
Hymns to Pan Hymns to lust Grasping sheets at satyr’s thrust Mad handed ecstasy of fumbling Dry Steppe, home to a horselord or haven to homeless Your love a great cave, soundless and immune to soundings, grave of groundlings Ground tending downwards, rifled rock like a golem’s throat The cave of your love is on…
-
Sharp
Your love is like a needle Source of addiction and depredation, depraved about you Paved about you pathways to varieties of demises The miser Mike has become stranger Your love now something needful Essential affection, by conviction a conniver I will court and don your attentions Your abstention from me abhorrent, seedless like an old…
-
Old Home
Until a corset lattice his patchwork of woundsHate from his masters skincarved entombed.Squaw with a tattooed face a sympathy of scars,A conspiracy of damaged souls, a pledge to daring Mars;Aries strength through blood invoke,Crimson moon their wish bespoke.Lo, a lifetime’s placidity seemt loathsome when they woke!Frothing eager the wode pair rode,Two graves dug in vengeance…
-
Craft
I – Old But Recent Craft I make pollicitations to cunning bards past, Place of old poets thy Parnassian pasts immortal Your past-prime virtues now victuals to vexers who make you victims of gaunt learning or love-chagrinning solar sojourns. In dissecting I seek to neither venerate nor eviscerate, My lancet taps ichor and flowing essential…