Night falls... a smooth, dark fabric across my face.
My mood has changed a hundred times this night with each new direction of the evening wind.
Trees, tall and smooth, line the dim lane, standing like soldiers, grim and silent.
Perched alone on the roof, my arms chill and I pull this blanket tighter against me.
Distant hounds cast eerie cries into the midnight.
They taunt me as I shrug away the blanket to watch it fall almost endlessly to the far below.
I swallow hard, a cold rock in my throat.
Closing my eyes... stretching to stand... and jump.
After the Fall
All of your favorite excuses are standing like a row of wooden ghosts, tasting my words,
swallowing their bitterness like an old tea.
I wanted to hold you to my tired body in the aftermath, but my arms were emptied.
I tried then to leave your face and your fingers behind me... but they touch me in my wide awake.
Your scent drapes itself across me like a cool sheet on a worn and dusty chair... forgotten in
Autumn is forever with me now...
full of color, yet resolved to its eventual end, like you and me.
I'll romance the rested seasons and the earth beneath them where I see your face
and your fingers in my narrowing awake.
All of your favorite excuses begin to fade into the thin walls behind them...
only a small procession of shadows before passing like ghosts.
You were born of fear... of the violent uprising beneath your flesh.
It wets your eyes with the sea.
It pushes at you with its spindle fingers and grasps at your bitter soul.
There were a couple of yesterdays here and there that you placed on the hearth.
They made you remember as they incensed the air around you.
You are alone, wrapped in the cry of crickets.
Sleep into tomorrow as you drip like an icicle into the wooded floor...
cold, sharp and disappearing...
leaving a cool, dark stain, if only for a moment.
to the Dance
You're my sickness. You're my stranger, inhabiting my mind...
painting green upon the stones that have collected at my feet.
I'm nervous before you.
This love is sweet, like the breath of angels.
It doesn't belong to me.
It's free and swimming.
It enters us for a moment to make us aware of ourselves.
It touches us from the inside out.
My stomach trembles and my throat closes.
Then, in a rush, it sets me free.
Free and swimming.
For a moment, aware of myself... aware of you.
Taking of You
We stand closed within this wrap-about,
so much more alone than we'd ever imagined we would be
and there is a suffocating stillness about the world.
Where do you get that sweet stuff?
Just look at all of the sick faces arranged here...
the faces of tired men in dirty factories.
It flows into our old eyes.
Snow falls in lazy drifts against this... our night.
Spring is nothing but a faint green haze and all of its voices are yet unmade.
The sleepers chuckle fiendishly under their fat breath,
while those in waking groan in their fevered pain.
I transcend the uppermost and back under with my head full of fossils
from a hundred years standing.
You know, we'll never touch again... not in this city rich with small splendors;
This city... not my own... and never will be.
The thought of you still scares me, but only when I care.
Clancy, my vapour jesus and cradler of tears...
you've traveled so far with me, living in the hills and remaining the quiet one for now.
When you first spoke, you removed me from my flesh and
discarded it against the window from which you came.
You wet my mind with song... the anointment of sacred prose from the fathers...
wise old men with the solace of solitude;
the passion of a dying place that chose to re-invent itself and
reaches to its sons to bring them home.
Clancy, my friend... yours is the truest of loves.
I've seen you before... some time ago.
I met you on the road with your personal devil.
His smile was wide and his eyes burned with the blood of angels.
You were nude and afflicted with a walking sickness
that exposed the betrayal of your soul.
He carried a twisted ebony cane that thundered when it struck the earth.
You filled my head with sex like a flight of birds aloft a powerful, sorrowful wind.
The flashbulb images strobed my head with abandon.
I could only stand as a slender sapling
as I smelled the tissue draping my bones beginning to smolder... to cook.
Helplessness consumed me, a limb at a time until my twisted wire frame
turned and fell to the loose earth.
You were never mine again.
How am I supposed to count my footfalls beneath this mayhem net?
My head is placed against the rails,
my thoughts coming and going with an awkward, loving kind of curiosity.
I grappled at the empty air above me for what was left of my courage,
but it had simply "skipped out", like a taunting child.
Please remain here with my desperation... my tears carving these lines into my face.
I damn you with all that I hold within me,
my face a wretched sight... yours a running watercolor.
Where did the stinging lullaby come from with it's tiny, sickening voices
and its tightly held terrors?
I find myself at a loss for breath.
I lose myself with it
I lift my head from the rails... but this time too slow.
It hits me, hard and furious into my startled face.
On Meeting Anna
Yes, I do recall that face...
the way she smiled with an uncanny precision
and laughed with each glance of her eyes to mine.
She praised me as the loud and rebellious one, yet remaining so calm and cool shy.
I knew she was paper.
I knew she could burn.
I wash the memory clean and put it away.
All of the days that followed were filled with the answers
I had looked for during our fragile union.
I need now only to remember the questions.
Would they be asked again?
Is she in touch with any of it
or are they all tucked away... old snapshots in a wearing-down shoe box.
I knew she was paper.
As we lay sleeping by the pond beside our town library,
you gave me no chance to disappear.
I was livid with wine and rage at the sublime party we'd attended this night.
You were dressed as a lady of clouds and honeydew haze.
You dropped your glass as my eyes pressed into your betraying face.
The facade was opened wide and you knew this.
You knew I was witness to the kiss he stole from you as you smiled on
like a young, childish girl.
As I hung our coats in the sitting room.
As I fetched the cocktails.
As I stood speaking with the other guests.
I bound it all away into my counting house.
I said nothing as you pretended...
until you saw it in my face.
The love leaving me in a slow and quiet stream.
You tried to dam the flow.
You tried to wait for your evil to leave me.
Sweetheart, it has... with you.