Crumpled Growl

I will
Eat you
With the
Mouth of
A paper
Tiger and
Turn you
Origami-
With bursts
Of ink
And thick,
Round pools
To fill
What's tucked
So intimately.
For a page
That's bare
Is eager
To share
Its body
Of infinity.

Turning

The changing of this guard
Comes to part and shake-
As wings of owls
Umbrella-opened
Search the air and break-
With shrill and fluttered shrieks-
These bells to mark the hours
Like white singing flowers of the night.
Again, the guard-
A young woman bare,
Armed with story's telling tongue
And all its secret prayer-
Shifts to lift her body there
Back into the evening's dark.
My pass is the word and
I will be let through
To explore the new world
With my blue-colored throat and
My luminous frayed coat.

Sultry Summer Sulking

Joon,
Jewel-Eye,
A Gust.

Echoes Repeat To Complete

This slipped shift,
Lips lick sudden smoke-
The bittersweet gift of
Becoming the mist of oneself.
He tastes her fingertip
But cannot find her hand-
He is now the earth
But cannot walk the land.
Something silent is
Stringing the wings back together
With roots and vein-
This weather of whispers and the
Changing of names.
Steady breath of the new flesh-
Slow tearing of the nets-
The guess of himself,
The guest of himself-
Pumping the fist-pearled blood of his heart-
Its big gusts and gulps drum beaten,
Feeding in the dark.

Eight Acts In Reverse(or Eye Got Lotsa Shorties)

1.

Jeweled-eye fire
Searching the narrow path,
Burning to learn
New angles of
The Lovers' Math.

2.

Still,
One red blossom
Lingers secretly
Above my garden-
Sits lit
Like a lantern
Slipped
To whisper
Its vesper
Vermilion.

3.

Rooftop
Morning
Smoke
With
Oakland
Crows
After
Sleeping
On the couch
With a pit bull
Named
Cinnamon.

4.

Every
Day
The
Universe
Sends
Messages
And
Signs.
Just open your eyes-
You'll be surprised
To find what
You read
Between
The lines.

5.

Go where you are received,
Go where you are believed,
Go where the Ace of Spades
Is the heart worn up your sleeve-
With all its illustrations,
With all its steady beats-
It takes a certain sail
To carry you
Through these seas.

6.

We are the same-
The Sun
And I-
Constantly
We meet.
I, a son
Born flamed
As well,
And in us both
Desires
Swell
To
Search
You
Through
With
Heat.

7.

A hunger for disappearance,
My little universe tantrum,
My ego interference,
Dig my pocket for a lantern
In the shadows of my grievance.
Under half-moon.
Having slept in death's orgy,
I wander in my bloody uniform-
A dancing detective story
Full of forgetting and remembering.
With each itch and scratch,
I'm leaning into everything.

8.

Last lunar cycle's new room:
It's the snake dance to shed old skin,
Being tailored for the new definition's dream coat-
A letting go,
A surrender
To remember.
Meeting with the shadows,
Wrestling with reflections,
Secret singing,
Desire's deep blue fires
Bringing-
Molten wings
Feathers molting-
This prickly nest
Filled
With golden guessing,
A gambler undressing
In the dark
Betting on sparks of Yes,
Travels through the underworld
With fists uncurled-
Divinity's advance placement test
Then returned as guest.

Hecate Sends A Postcard

When
Every flower
Feels
As pulled
And
Rolled
In your mouth
With salt,
Put your hand
Deep
Into the earth,
Past the fault line,
Further still
Until you
Touch
The fire,
Knowing
That
The core,
As yours,
Is where
All
The
Doors
Conspire.

Three Shades Of Simmer

On clavicle,
In cavity,
The weight
Of
This

brevity!

I go
Ghosting
The days
Of summer
In

Bright
FLaShEs!

and

Long,
Hot
Drawls.

Under pressure
Of
Reflection,

I follow

Gravity's

di
re
ct
io
n

Slipped
Circadian

Buzzing
In
The
Centrifuge.

I've become
The
Keeper
Of kisses in my pockets,

Alluded to in the

Tufts
And
Tucks
Of

Smuggled embers

And
The
S l o w
r-e-m-e-m-b-e-r-i-n-g
Of my

!!!&$@
WILDNESS*
@$&!!!

There is a
Wellspring
Knocking
at the door
In the floor-

Kept
To its
Meddling
In the
Cellar,
It
Is
YELLING

Now!

It
Wants
To
Fountain,
Rain,
And
Pour.

It
Wants
To
Polish,
Swirl,
And
River.

It wants to give itself away.

It
Wants
More.

He Smiles While Picking Glass From His Hand

Who are these gleaners
Of our secrets and detritus?
Castaway dreamers that slink
Cycling through what might just
Be the containers that hide us-
In the same way I seek,
Lifting night's lids,
Poking and peeking about
The discards of our days
Redeemed in waves of light.

Independent Works Of Fire

Last night,
Under the swelling moon,
Wrestling for sweet dreams
In a tomb of desire and
Restless fires consuming-
My unseen body's transmutation
Held by golden threads
Through the loops of all its dueling.

Anointed in my sleep
As I was driven to the depth
To speak with all the dead and
The secrets that they keep.

Through the tunnel shaft,
A tight,
Dark
Hollow,
I was following
A little living puzzle
And filled with
A peculiar light laughter.

Finding,
In my waking after,
That such breaths of mysteries
Were designed to bring in plenty
Jewelry made of keys.

My heart
Like a hare
Tall-eared,
And
Listening,
Went
Wandering
In the prayer
Of a freshly-mined ruby.

In Song Of Suffocation

My evil is pretend
That my love might bend
Much brighter,
These shadow masks and
Onyx links
That lend
Igniting fire.

If you want to play that game,
I'll design to play it harder-
It is in my nature able
To make my knives much sharper.

Buried to my neck
In a forest full of birds
To learn of forces dark
And illuminate my nerves.
I play my heart as drum,
All the skin pulled tight.
Incessant fluttered wings
Stirring through the night.

When the other creatures come
Prowling to sniff my face,
The Lover,
Hidden,
Springs forth
To guard
And howl
And chase.