~quantum IV~reptiles & dust~brethren misguided~

~sixteen~
~second john~


~watching her wash him~
~completely off herself~
~flossing him from her teeth~
~so easy to smile~
~we are each only a part~
~hopelessly adrift &~
~slipping into darkness~

~seventeen~
~masque erotica~

~love most times seems~
~defined, decided by defeat~
~a definite predisposition~
~toward magick & madness~
~no line of sight established~
~it is warts on the ass of wisdom~
~& pretty good stuff at that~

~eighteen~
~game on~


~no excuse suffice~
~nor sanity an elixir~
~present that she may feel~
~explore spaces once sacrosanct~
~blest & out of bounds~
~wounds between future lovers~
~the ecstasy & mystery~
~unsanctified, wicked, profane~
~instantaneous profound danger~
~the eyes & hands of the stranger~
~pronouncing mundane her insipid mate~
~she offers thanks for intimate pleasure~
~in the exotic unfamiliar blood promise~
~caresses deeper, shocking, stroking~
~destiny in a casual glance~
~rendering heretofore existence~
~moot, bloodless, inanimate~
~with a toss of the bones~
~the neophyte moves forward~
~opting for adventure~
~over the supposition of inertia~
~first & last, double exact~
~confession as erasure~
~resolution to id~
~she scrutinizes her current self~
~urgent & voluptuous~
~reflected in his alien eyes~
~appreciates half what she sees~
~game on~

~nineteen~
~paramour~

~seeking then flesh indigo~
~a blue ring penumbra~
~shadow of the darkest hole~
~a meeting of fingertips~
~hallowed flirtation of wind~
~caller at the gate~
~enigmatic rendezvous~
~mysterious couplet~
~whose kisses reach depths~
~best (though they choose not) left alone~

~twenty~

~sole purpose~


~what price would pay the poet~
~a fair pound bounty of muse~
~no coin of realm exists~
~to calm such hearts~
~yet a slim ankle poised~
~precise arch of foot~
~come claim & own him of moment~

IV: ~letters from the monastery~

~damned to be rabid dog bitten~
~the twisted vein at the business end of a needle~
~molested by someone’s older sister~
~or was it your own~
~alone in the bathtub~
~the only one in the room~
~cryptococcus in the tomb~
~c’mon l’il girl~
~got somethin’ for ya~

~brethren misguided~

~the woman has broken his heart~
~says she loves him too much to love him~
~unable to say goodbye~
~she refuses to say hello~
~the mystery of gender is elusive~
~islands are free as they stand~
~defenseless in the face of tides~

~the loss of love is a nearer death~
~as its constituents are breathing still~
~a double suicide as it were~
~grief, a shifting wall of shadows~
~the pallbearers were blindfolded~
~united in their stilted, stiff-gait stride~
~a corpse enters & owns any room~
 
~he longs to be the last man standing~
~the whole damned world has gone to sleep~
~the refrigerator & tick tock clock~
~growl through his sleepless insomniac mind~
~is a wizard buried under a dead tree~
~whose roots strangled the life from him~
~when he attempted to ingest its seeds of knowledge~

~he is the prefect of loneliness~
~a crowded voice in an empty room~
~ten-penny wishes on Saturday night~
~the tinsel voice of the woman says I love you~
~as recorded on the telephone machine~
~so long as you promise to stay away~
~& realize I need not to need you~

~his flesh is onion skin stretched~
~o’er the starched bones of mediocrity~
~a spider web bouncing on his eyes~
~whose maker has seen who he is~
~& eaten her way through his brain~
~is a thin masque veil of death smoke~
~rising from the fading ember life~

~she told him & his brother~
~to stand up & act like men~
~they argued, fought over bananas~
~chased naked women up & down halls~
~life gets swallowed by alleys~
~mad dogs on the moon~
~he said he was glad she was dead~
~either a lie or the tears in his eyes~

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~masque erotica~ was published in Cynic Magazine 2010