Unanswered

The granite inquisition

hangs

like a mammoth stalactite

over my head

dripping

cruel reminiscence and

complicity

in to the wounds

freshly spawned by my own

guilty dagger.

Dark interrogations reveal

an infinite chasm

breeding

subterranean limbs that reach

to drag me

in to the abyss

Fresh earth swallows

with unanswered malice

my own heart

ravaged by mystery's

toxic blade.

Listen. Listen.
Nothing but the wind.

Life on Earth

sometimes

the world is maniacal

out of control 

labyrinthine

on a wheel

off the tracks

divergent

(eruptions spew obstructions) 

life's gray slime

settles

in your throat

turns to stone

stuffs your heart

black pitch drowning

sometimes

(it is beautiful)

Essentials

Laconic fire

conciliate my soul

a charming dance

through amber glows

hypnotic

Cardinal brew

emancipate the high

a restless thirst

through crystal flows

exotic

Mystical note

exhilarate the core

a sanguine tune

through silence grows

chaotic

La Corporate Couture

Monday's mask

stifles

with synthetic greetings

woven of wistful thoughts

like cocktail pajamas

and new book smell.

Tuesday's mask

blinds

with revelations of prison

stacked to the ceiling

like infinite pillars

dead trees coerce me.

Wednesday's mask

taunts

with half way illusions

murdered by deadlines

like ruthless villains

of the theater absurd.

Thursday's mask

maddens

with swarms of mosquitoes

draining the universe

like hungry dumpsters

caught in a brainstorm.

Friday's mask

frightens

with casual confusion

stalling the clock

like snails in the winter

crawl in tapioca.

The Gift

You're the right to my wrong,

the resurrection of bliss

in my sometimes dark and

twisted reason.

I burn not a candle but a torch

illuminating the corners

and opening the chambers

of a once-dead hope.

I offer my dreams with

addictive rush,

the gift to the giver.

Tie me to you in love knots,

I want to drown in your ocean.

You've branded my soul

with your drug and I am

hallucinating heaven.

Eclipse

You ate the moon

and licked your lips in

satisfaction

while morsels dangled

from your teeth like

rotting flesh

and your contemptuous

smile

eclipsed the truth

with callous progression

congratulations

you ate the moon

I hope you're happy.