Monday, March 2, 2009

Of Course
























Of course...I still think of you

Embedded in my marrow
are the syrupy tones
of your coiled promises
and blended truths

Binging on a freshly
green heart that was
placed at your feet

Turn over the pith and
...gone is its toothsome
unripened essence

You mouse away with
mounded morsels of
no vital importance

a substantial slab

Of course...
I will always
think of you.

Monday, February 23, 2009

Nomadic Notes

Distant
It's heard

The nomads guitar
hum its trembled
arias

Its
whispered strum
violates
ephemerally
ragged
plasticine walls

It
penetrates
stale
pine

Punctured by
rust-haggard
nails

It travels
through
pebbled hearts
and
Nestles
in hidden
cracks

Coercing
suffocated crumbs
into the night.

Friday, February 13, 2009

Well Unknown

Indefensibly nude,

he sits

tinkering away with his pen

at his desk.

what he writes

is?...

Well unknown.

but away it goes

his hand- with feckless

etiquette

churning out thoughts

from esoteric roots

who's

provenance

is well...

unknown.

Thursday, February 5, 2009

Eighteen.

Shards of
leaded ore lay
broken,
shattered
inside skeletal
debris
gone
unseen

Pieces exhumed
strewn about
In
hapless
patterns
stifle
reason & value
Still
nobody sees

Zigged & Zagged
their edges are
jagged.
With each touch
I am cut
and
I bleed

Remaining unseen.

Asphyxiated
by this
Rampant
desperation;
Its all consuming
burn
Pillaging my soul
and
no one will see.

Friday, January 23, 2009

Deflower

Hypnotized
by the
tempo of her
nubile being
impure and angelic
splayed on his bed
bare and untouched
he stands overwhelmed
by heady lust
gently she twists
swarthy silk
tress midst
forefinger and thumb
cocking a brow
whilst licking
plump and docile lips
her hips entice
him to come.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

Thoughts Of Cork

Wander-some
winds tumble
they blow
Gaelic whispers
sullen-
troubled
over the distantly
cold & briny
Atlantic
through
peat
and
heath
covered moors
images of a wistful
smile span time-
glean
space
to dance and prance
their Celtic steps
within
anguished
sleep.

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Marred

this pain
this rancid
pain it

humbles me
and puts
me to
shame, it
has linked
to my
soul cemented
in fear
this pain
this rancid
pain
chains
my core
to the
eternally profane
this pain
this rancid
pain
it
humbles me
and mortars
the shame
with-
in.