Saturday, August 31, 2013

dead is dead in the bed with a hole in the head

Angel of fire and genitals, do you know slime, 
that green mama who first forced me to sing, 
who put me first in the latrine, that pantomime
of brown where I was beggar and she was king?
I said, 'The devil is down that festering hole.'
Then he bit me in the buttocks and took over my soul.
Fire woman, you of the ancient flame, you
of the Bunsen burner, you of the candle,
you of the blast furnace, you of the barbecue,
you of the fierce solar energy, Mademoiselle,
take some ice, take come snow, take a month of rain
and you would gutter in the dark, cracking up your brain.

Mother of fire, let me stand at your devouring gate
as the sun dies in your arms and you loosen it's terrible weight.

Friday, August 30, 2013

waiting 1

Monday, August 26, 2013

is a dream a lie if it don't come true or is it something worse


Sunday, August 25, 2013

is it you baby or just a brilliant disguise

thunder road

Wednesday, August 21, 2013


I thought of your beauty, and this arrow,
Made out of a wild thought,is in my marrow.

Sunday, August 18, 2013


Friday, August 16, 2013

elvis 36

Wednesday, August 14, 2013


Sunday, August 11, 2013


Friday, August 09, 2013


Wednesday, August 07, 2013


Tuesday, August 06, 2013


Now the song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there's a light I hold before me
You're the measure of my dreams
The measure of my dreams

Monday, August 05, 2013



Saturday, August 03, 2013


Thursday, August 01, 2013