MY DECADENCE PARALLEL LIFE.

Coming to meet
the point
where dreams
come to meet
people
and objects
desire
and duty
falling out
I am
coming within
what binds us
will
find us
together alone.

Don’t come to me
with unforeseen machines.

What controls us
knows us
my heaven
my hell
find me
what grows me
is within.

Waiting
I am waiting
for the next point
is dying now.

Come cleverness
come everything
in a rule
bind us
eventual
I will be
eventual
then
I will know
time.

I look back
on you
to spit
inside you
then
you can carry me
you must carry me.

I can forget
I can’t forget
time.

Coming up
I am
coming up
a fish
a bird
of the sea
in the air
a flash
within
space
knows
no mother
I made myself
father
I fell out of the sky.

Can I return
eventual
can I stop
eternal
this motion
tension
pulls me
towards
repels me
from.

This is the line
taut
the line that taunts
a lure
my allure.

Coming to meet
there is a point
we all
come to meet
without reason
I goad my God.

I write my songs
they are
small songs.

From Mercurius, Poems On Change & Union

Amygdala Head 48"x48"

Under & Over You.

detached
sadness
hovers alone
beside
your body

now I want you as a friend

gaoled
your body
inside
your sadness
is enraged

I would that I could soothe your soul

enslaved
your friendship
controlled
by jealousy
is malicious

I need to hold you

entombed
in stone
cold-hearted
love
lies sheltered

I can't find you

uncovered
looking glass sky
above you
below I

I won't look for you


Imago

This is old, it's my half birthday today.

Mine You.

I still
can’t say
I wouldn't
possess you
and lose
myself
within the process

my love
is fear
anger and hate
the possessor
of cowardice

selfish soul
seeks another
for outings

I'm sorry
you are
within
the coverage area.

Imago, 1998
10 years already, Jesus I was evil.

Vision Denied.

The round stones
proved harder than steel
the first one
was never forgiven by him

old bulls graze alone

a road so white
the lines don’t show
looking for holes
along the way
waiting for the weather
to decide what to do

counting down the past
swinging free
from the wings
of the fallen

all the farce in the world
wont help you now
eyes gaze
evoking an old intent

the sky sucks
as you breathe fire
call me in from the fighting
for I am done

I will be asked
to kill my brother
he will be made to look different
from me

hiding in the vines
birds dare not perch there
traveling blind
you leave sense behind

I shelter me by being alone

meeting no one midway
between wandering souls
graveside promises made
have not been kept

what is half killed in you
returns to haunt you
bound by rules net
your hope is frayed uselessness

belief is found foolhardy again

sadness my ghost
numbs my mouth
and every vision
weighs my eyes

found within
the gate
no movement
reveals you.

From Imago