How many have sinned, how big is the prison?

It’s a plug that keeps us from spilling. A plug.

Or amniotic fluid would be seeping, on the rug.

And no one can quite come up with the drug

that heals that hole

that holds in the soul

to keep the world from taking a chug.

 

Oh, that plug, it is made of up of crud

But, fear not, it reacts well to suds

And a very vigorous scrub

will prevent a dribble

on the delicate pebble

that would leave a trail of blood.

 

The path that diverts us is wide

while the one best to choose is a line

and everyone has committed a crime

so God has decided

 our souls be debrided

before we go to heaven to do time.

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The wind: a breath, a current

A breath

went for a walk

with two gallivanting fingers

up and down

her spine

That doormat

sure can hold on tight

when the wind

comes from behind

  

A breath

that couldn’t talk

through pillows and trachea hugs,

exhaled in tears

and darkened stratospheres,

that muffled wind

who can bend and ascend

to the heights of beanstalks

 

Some foreign breath

that blows wind chimes

carries, like rivers,

the silence

and disseminates

the seeds

much like dandelion weeds

to a distant resting place

for unspoken violence

 

The wind: a breath, a current

that strips trees or tickles noses,

waves flags,

shifts sand,

and is a collection

of the sighs

of millions of years’ toil

Carniveralore

Carnivale whore

carnivore

eat that corn dog to the core.

    

Consume with carnal

consecration

Bob’s kebab of quick castration

 

Carouse on careening carousel

cudgel

that comestible to compel

  

Cult-cock clown

go down

curly-whirl round and round

   

Cotton Candy boy-cloy

coyly

cumming carny killjoy

 

Circus seminal strangulation

seedy

side-show stilted satiation

 

The Refusal

Again, I fuse

the idea

to lose

the respect of many

to my identity.

I refuse

to spend

myself beyond

my means.

 

I decide,

what fills

my time.

How criminal

it seems

to bow

to theives’

futile tasks

and plans.

 

No more,

give I,

more than

I have,

and wish to

give so freely.

No love,

no time,

no help,

no life,

no wisdom,

money,

sex or lies.

 

Unregretfully,

decline I,

the rules

do not apply.

My words,

abhorrent truth.

Firm, I am

and in command

of what I can

grasp.

 

I reject hollow

particpation;

you do not

need me,

you do not

knead me,

You have not

kneed me,

where it hurts.

 

My refrain

how sane,

but foreign

to the skein.

My resolve

bound tight

around

my heart.

 

So come

and prowl

and pry

somehow

if you think

yourself

insistent.

Surrender

some,

I will become

your loveliest

assistant.

Spectral Wisp

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  

 

If only

I could have

your breath

on my ear

panting hot

but it’s not.

How menthol wintry

shiver shimmery

you sigh

 

Shudder stroke

tickle-drip

vapor trickle

finger tip

encircling

spectral wisp

hulaing

my ivory hips

  

I feel you

brush my skin

surge through

my hair

I reach

into the space

around me

You are not there

 

Saddling the frigid

breeze you blow

gravitating

amidst

the ghastly glow

Ascendancy!

you came

for me

 

Hover always

flitter floating

telekinetic

anemic arctic

taunt me

want me

haunt me

ungraspable

sentimentality.