Control

I live in solitude without ever being alone.

The demon lovers Regret and Doubt have taken residence

Upon my back.

They snicker as their feet attach to my heart

And push visions into my brain with their hands.

My mouth no longer under my control as they

Remove my tongue and replace it with their own.

Soon their plan comes to fruition and their child Apathy is

Born from my brain like Athena from Zeus.

And the husk dies while the Red-Headed Bastard smiles

And nods approval.

Screaming in a room with no windows or doors, I stay.

Trapped here until the last flickering lightbulb bursts.

Too good an ending for someone so malicious, yet

Ironic.

Jakey

I met a woman under fading lights.

"Virtue falls upon the vicious nature of time's enemies," she cried out

To the moving masses who ignored her in their narrowed lanes.

"A green light at the edge of the dock," she screamed at cliched criminals,

Who snatched hopes and dreams from the zombies outside Caribou.

"Actions don't exist in the mind of a word," she told the quiet lovers

Hiding in the dim lights under the rustling trees.

"The fine line is crossed in a modicum of minutes," she howled at parishioners,

Who allowed the seed of doubt to germinate in their hearts and souls.

"We all have our place in the ether and dance on the fulcrum of daily do's," she whispers alone

While looking over her scarred flesh.

You don't see her moving among you.

You don't hear her making her plight.

Do you notice the smell as you pass by?

Will you notice her now before the light fades out completely?

The Dark

The easiest part

Of living in the dark

Is being able to design the world.

The darkness abhors the designs

Of heroes and hope.

Preferably patient pessimism

Is your entrance.

In the light everything is

Placed... is...

Locked, like a broken heart

Covered in the tattoos of history's

Weak moments.

Yet the dark savors dreams

and asks for impermanence.

Thus is survival.

Learning to guide in darkness

Avoiding the harsh light

And finding a balance between

The blind

And

The burdened.

Such is the ephemeral existence of

The dark.

Late

Love

Is a very difficult word for me,

But not when your face

Floats across my mind, and

Your words move across my eyes.

Folly

If I stand to lose my line of sight

What will the motive be?

Can I continue to hold a thousand butterflies

Against the wind of remorse?

Shall I retreat to solitude and

Overhear lovers' missives?

At what point does the mundane

Become the desired effect?

Five pairs of eyes stare into my soul and

Find no purchase, no understanding.

Just sanded walls and forgotten cigarettes.

Reckoning? Not here. Not yet.

Lost

Understanding

Friend

Sleep

Pupil

Time

Brother

Love

Another

Way

Spirit

So what can I gain?

Ugly

Stars wink as the concrete slaps on a cool hug

My stoop.

My home.

"Be here...now," it whispers gently.

My heart attempts to ignore its musings, but

The legs...the legs are receptive.

The arms give out as well.

My eyes attempt to make sense of new positions.

Slightly on the edge of my red labeled reasoning

Sits my new voice in his circled home.

"Relax," he clinks at me. "Time no longer exists for you."

His smooth voice compels me like the concrete to wait out the cicada's song

In crumpled paralysis of tenative dogmas.

The wind cannot lift me, and the songs are drowned out by Venus' rising.

I await the sunrise to burn my soul into the wall.

Point

Fall...........t

Fail.........t

Fair.......t

Pair.....t

Pain...t

Point


Breathe


A cautious fall pulls me to fail, while I see a pair through my pain. I make it a point to remind them:

Breathe.

And the universe collapses my eyes into singularity of song.

Kate

Twin jewels moving across snowy set shapes.

Designing full contact Geometry to pass seconds into eons

While protected identities backed each other at guttural interegations.

Promises made

Broken by parted lips filled with honeyed missives.

Never apart. Never alone. Never without.

Yet the sun sets, your face fades, and the fog rolls through.

Your smile now nothing more than a vague moment captured one afternoon.

Died?

Married?

Moved on?

Loved?

Aspects dreamed but never known.

Promises made

Broken by parted lips with honeyed missives...

And you abandon me to hold the wolves at bay alone.

Trust turns a trick and flies away with a small piece of God's gift to man.

I cannot find you.

I cannot try anymore.

More vestiges of my past become erased...

And I move closer to erasure.

Feline

Small eyes dart about before settling on a target distant.

Try to break you of habits, yet you are resistant.

Almost twelve years on we've been partnered up.

Bought to make a film debut by sticking your head in the cup.

You've brought me health, early mornings, and drunken advice,

And of course you brought me the bloodied birds and mice.

Constant companion with warmth in the winter for all.

I just wish that warmth would have a summer pall.

Easy alarm clock lying upon my face.

It's amazing that you let yourself be ruled by the human race.

The last of my friends. So easy to speak yet never do I hear a word.

And yet if I told people that, they would call tell me it's absurd.

Protecting my children and guarding my breath.

You sit on high as you move closer to death.

The three were once one, but now have moved on to their own.

Each a king of his jungle; each with his throne.

The time is coming when your winter will come.

But not just yet...of time I have some.

Thank you for giving me the idea and design of love.

It proves that beyond me there is more above.

Now go away you damn cats... I'm trying to sleep.

You felines are great, but stop attacking my feet.