Instinct's Limbo
Cardinal my eyes on you. Vector of flight
fixates on the small; the morpheme of word.
Ginger mouth bird pecks at the eaves. Lurid
never meshed with love. She's low magic. Sleight
of hand lust. You're told it's sex, but we blight
it with need. Again her desires deferred
to the Light, Goodness. Dug from sand, the sherd,
a stem broken from stone emotion. Sight
unseen. Instinct for sex, akin to death.
Tree trunks, light poles, bridges, call us to swerve.
A crash, a bend, a splash. We are bereft
of the compulsion to love and connect,
knowing only destruction. Beg to curve
peaks; I should be nude in valleys of breath.
My Clock in Your Throat
Infatuated with Man’s time-keeping
clock and Time’s second-hand cock, I devour
your rumination of maintained succor
in the face of Your destruction. Limping
legs buckle under the stress of reaping
the stack of Calendars’ unbound power.
Why can’t Drag Queens moderate story hour?
Every voyeur won’t be caught peeping
on the vanilla dishwashing habit
you share in the dim light of just morning.
My ass is ample, so go on, grab it
with a needy grip. Milne and Pooh’s Rabbit
was too busy to heed the Wood’s warning,
we’ll burn on the planet we inhabit
Beyond the Pale refers to Fences not Flesh
Beyond the picket pale I stand wary
Your gesticulations give breath to sky
Who am I outside of your glorify?
Blissful states transformed to ordinary
The shrines provide turmoil to my query
Dominion of Law caused God’s ossify
Wombs jammed with your coercive mystify
Pomegranate tongue translates as cherry
I know this nave and its interior
The muscled throat that swallows you whole
Each who enters becomes a carrier
From girl to mother, boy to warrior
Man turned God to general of the shoal
Somewhere I became unsure of your lore
Rap Sonnet (written in 2012)
Make a deal on my meat. Phone the pink haired
vampire to eat your feelings. Sober kill
the sweaty sane with your spades face. Hold still
and follow the addict's track. You're not spared
from the Third Eye's thirst. Your welcome is weared
out but your little sister's burnin'. Pill
buying Christ. Gun holdin' Shiva. Fulfill
what I say to bring the break. Baudelaired
by Twitter. Slaked by diggers. Destruction
man traps your ghouls, keeps your killers. Mirror
me in shades, I'll see your one corruption.
High stakes Motorolla seeks encryption.
Roll over the one percent. Come nearer
to human. Dead don't watch television.
Had to read these a few times before commenting. I usually read a poem twice, once for the language and once to work through meaning -- not necessarily expecting to get exactly what the poem is all about in the fullness of the author's intentions, but at least to get an idea of it, or what it means to me.
Kept getting lost in the language on these ones. :)