Fifteen

Unhappy in the present and

distant ways.

Even amidst these images

and if they were to manifest

clutching my head

their breasts and wash

away the drought of tears from

my faces, cracking the hollow’ess

from my smiles, breathing into the

sighs if laughter.

 

As the boredom cascades into

an even decadence,

worthy of my own tears neither

any others, nor grief neither mourn

 

As in loss of nothing,

nothing is lost

What is it that is too be gained?

Vapid flesh-like attire for

the subsistence pages for

one, none and no one.

 

A sharing of the meaningful

feast of nothing with the

hollow’ess

Ink like shattered pearls,

flung into the wind dressed

fate through star-tinted

window

 

Seeking Gaia’s bosom, as I

flirt with Mary moon, never

to tally up the ungrateful boon

Then flung face first into

some-other dreams

And play with those e’er to come nor eave.

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Euphemism of Intimacy

In the current of a

tangential euphemistic praise,

I pray, We pray to

indistinct drinks

 

Moving to what’s courageous,

asking why my name is

I listen to the rattle of my

own

As the rattle is  my own,

keep on your bibs]Taking sips dribbling

off my chin

 

Infantile adults, I

find this just melts

What is ‘my’ mould

Should ‘I’ fold into mine

 

Feet on the clouds

And my face in the ground.

ii. Eclipsed Tangential

Docile scent the ale from well-worn

pages

To find where that which wonders,

lies

Laying down time to sup upon

the titt’ of wisps from hackneyed

wills

 

Stride of the tangential

eclipse

A myriad of ellipses

An end to this means

An end to these means

 

means in the endless

taut of topless tortures

Shall it slips upon

tongue

vi. Affections of Celeste

Who is She that may best

the love made by celestial

bodies?

The clime of Gaia’s

bosom, as She rains upon

me

As if  were the cleanse the

exponential daily weariness

 

As mother moon rests,

watching over, in Her

states ordained She officiates

this communion

 

A cosmos echoes as I

rest my head, the mortal

passion met by her moist

hands through my jagged hair

Cooling the heated-head, blowing upon

that face, spoons me as i rest upon my bed.

xxix.

Overcast, glorious

the cloud-clad

grace

 

Full-mooned that

Christ-massed

day

 

In all its

sweep and sway

The damselled

drips from

that starstruck

abyss

 

O’ weary day,

on night’s bosom,

head is lain

Now night a stolen

kiss from cheek

not lips

 

And bestow, upon

unknowing forehead,

slow each roaring

thought

 

As all solstice

is draped in dream,

as silence

01

Atop the

sedate sediment

This theory

toppling down

these steps

 

Shade of

shifting shapes

Shakes down

and pick the crumbs

from Gaia’s chest.

08

With all their

disjointed

moments

 

Picked by each of

its pieces

And caste

like dice

and hands at

play as a gambit

A house of games