for Brian Eno
Upon a time once in the middle of the night
when clouds rushed to cover the moon and
an overcast fog kept the stars hidden from sight
Ba-umf emerged from his shadow to reveal
himself in the absence of light.
He was on a journey to the well of sadness
For there he'd heard an echo of a tale which
whispered on the unfamiliar wind of a clearing
a deadbeat trance on the railroad tracks singing
in that shrill metal scream diminishing
Like a knife sharpened on one side after
having gleamed in the moonlight along leeks hills
on Dunwich Beach in the autumn of 1960
the well's throat is parched and it drinks you up
In a measured room a basement by an inland sea
Deep enshrouded Ba-umf ascends to the blessed
through the three tiers of the Cernunnos Woods
before the Order of the Dragon upon a time
held fast to the lantern marsh of its final track.
10/28/12
7/21/12
ONLY LOVE
the only thing I love
is being killed by the sun
the only thing I love
is being taken from me
the only thing I love
is surrendering to the night
the only thing I love
is being set free
is being killed by the sun
the only thing I love
is being taken from me
the only thing I love
is surrendering to the night
the only thing I love
is being set free
2/25/12
CONJURE WIVES
I created a method
by which to compare
two separate women.
One was designated
by the numerals 0, 8, and 6.
The other by 5, 7, and 3.
One was given the moon
the other, the sun.
One's eye was shut,
the other's, open.
One by the letters S, X, and Z.
And the other one L, M, and A.
A cherry and a blood drop
lay in one's hand,
a cigarette and a teardrop
in the other's.
12/28/11
YESTERSTORY
So it came to be
that nothing mattered to the wind
and it ceased blowing angrily around things
such as when it howled around houses
Such as when people around tables
brought the food to their mouths
with slower deliberation
as if to make certain
the wind would not hear
and take offense
as if it mattered to the wind
that nothing mattered to the wind
and it ceased blowing angrily around things
such as when it howled around houses
Such as when people around tables
brought the food to their mouths
with slower deliberation
as if to make certain
the wind would not hear
and take offense
as if it mattered to the wind
12/17/11
ALL THE DREAMS OF BLACK AND WHITE
All the Dreams of White and Black
in rings surround each other;
consecutively triumphing,
each one will strain to reign.
Unaware the Coil they spin
one end loops to the other
completing triumphantly
a God-ring, gray, to stay.
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