Sunday, November 27, 2016

How many times
can we ghost away

(incarnations
& deceptions)

absence

Wednesday, November 23, 2016

These new poets
are all cliches
they teach at NYU
and other such
places

They have PHD's
their metaphors are
well thought out
(too well)

They don't drink
blood and ravage themselves
the way the true
savages of the heart
Did

No crossing over sacred
boundaries.

They remind me of coffee shop
photo galleries where it's
obvious the student took pictures
of their bored
friends

Monday, November 21, 2016

love my silence
(don't be a victim
of our ecstasy)

All the people are
free

Saturday, November 19, 2016

I'm gonna check
Us out

(we could be our
own flow)

Thursday, November 17, 2016

After she left his arms
the radio played Suzanna

Another mystic traveler
swimming through the
cosmos

( midnight incense and
candles)

She looks for
ghosts in my
poetry

(rays of sunshine
that slipped past the
devil

Into a broken bottle)

Tuesday, November 15, 2016

Sunday, November 13, 2016

If you want to live
more

don't follow me into
the caves
I've forsaken myself

for a someone I've never known
(shinning light in the back of my
mind)

where all my buddhism
lies

we could have had a spark,
a flower handed down from the
enlightened ones

You didn't know how to reach for
anything but your pain (or the things
you use to mask your pain, of which
you are not aware)

Or of which you can see but cannot
stand to let come
into focus

Saturday, November 12, 2016

Trapped behind your
ego carrying

Weight of these
dead dreams

Haunted by the courage
you never had to seize
your wish come true

Friday, November 11, 2016

All the times we died
revived by Phoenician
myths of afterlife

Buddhas who've lived
10 billion lives
(remember when I was your
mother and you were mine)

Cat's eyes watching
through the spider mines
we lied didactic to ourselves
forgotten tribes

Our Roman marriage
declined but the suns it
was cast under
thrived


Thursday, November 10, 2016

God is the unseen cosmic force
(Sing about women that are
gone)

In a band we never started
It's alright I'm just a biker

Done hitching rides in
your foreign car

I'll ride something somehow
Descended from the civil war
when your ancestors were
Still dreaming of your
future stars

Tuesday, November 8, 2016

Dream-Seeker
Listen

(to the silence
Cascading
around your shadow)