Month: Feb 2016
When wild untameable feelingthought impulses
wash their pheromonal tide against your temple walls,
you know your anchor’s chain has broken welcomely
and any ‘where’ becomes your tattered destination.
Old itineraries (now defunct) contain no information
while you flounder in the drowning dreely foam.
Why, in this world of matter made of light,
must darksome deeds exert their dirtful spell?
Why should corruption cleanness overwrite?
This turning globe: a ghostly carousel.
What operator works this joy-wheel’s load?
Whose fingers play that organ’s endless tune?
Those empty horses poised in gallop mode
look eerie in the half-light of the moon.
[A Valentine’s Day poem for the mystery
lover who will one day kiss my world]
There is a place where particles
of any kind of mine can flow
explode unload implode feel
free to fulminate ferociously
upon and under over through
vermillion skies + cobalt blue
between the skin of me and
any yearning she who innerly
belongs with all her positrons
between my silken sheets.
Within our little bubbles we create a cozy world
of safety first — our unlived dreams suspended
on a thread of fisher’s line, outside, untouchable
yet visible through blurred astringent visioncy.
Those bubbles never burst unless, with fluentish
alacrity, we wonder what it would be like to float
out there & cut the dreamly cords with bright new
hands, delighting in the way their fingers work.