Cries To Ascend

A competition of the most false hope

Goes to the rung
at the bottom of the ladder

There
Stiff, creaking;
or weeping

For fear of life without fiction
Actual realization

Abolishment
of instinct
Apparition
of encouragement

At it’s feet

Dionysus
In mourning
Wailing
Each & every
Morning



There Was Blood

The dogs became stricken in the yard
Biting off too little

To trigger
A chew

Whips & Chains
At your heels

Seldom is the bell around the neck
The warranting ring
Of bad luck
Creeping, Frequently

In formless washing of joy

And they say they saw you there

Swarming
& Singing

God-fearing
In burning feeling

You know what you’ll find if you stop to dig

Bottlenecked /
Bow of the boat / Plummeting
/ Amber / Trench

Get rid of you
& that twitch

All eyes on tile
Unable to move an inch What is there to be desired now?

There was blood
But just a little further to go




Creature Features


Hands up to the wild night

The wilderness light
of the sunken whiskey city

It shines on you
On top the rock

The divas are cold & He is watching
All of whom will make a move

(the mood)

Dressed in a funeral armband;
Impulsive as God (for the time being)

Bow
& Sing
The vehement prayer

W/the endless artist
W/the endless brush
W/the endless stroke
W/the endless canvas

Naked; Valiantly loving