Guide

Ghosts

Waves

light and shade
buried under the weight of
dead ideas
like an iceberg's cascade
sloth-like in visions
seething in seer's sessions
pretentious unmentioned
cord stretched tight
coiling pill clenched mouth
left in perfections,
predictions, predilections
distillery and artillery pointed at the anointed one
before the blue perfumed curtain call
and BLAM.
BLAME.
FAILED.
Flailing.
nails, rakes and rugs
rails, fakes and thugs
trails, lakes and
enough drugs to stay quiet
in the underground
til the plastic flowers come
where the insects sleep
beetles rattle and worms
withdraw winding sheets
care-worn rare room culture statutes
silks sheets beaten heathens
by slow poisons
tin foil hats on
pilloried posts
in the age of jetsons
lost.
No cars fly here
no space shuttled
muzzled
fizzled
dwindling
riddled.

not awake
here
in the room
with cold spirits
laughing gestures dead dancers pirouettes
with street muscle
black eyes sparkle against diamond shoals
layers
pulled back like aristocratic diction
slack-jawed and skull softened in the morning
of the evening
of the last day
of tormented words
flung through the trap door
to freedom.
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"I came to find the last star
   and it was dust."

Light And Shade In The Waning Afternoon

Blue Period (self portraits)