With Faunus whipping us into a frenzy,
we danced in the streets of a city,
with walls circled by the wolves
and populated by lurid priests.
I was destined for war.
You were destined for more.
In Palatine groves, we conjoined,
whipped with thongs and singing songs -
No wonder the emperor tried to put a stop to this.
Against his imprimatur,
I forsook my legion
and became a martyr among the saints,
who’s secret ceremonies
allowed us soldiers a moment’s peace.
Swords to plow shears among forlorn homes,
with bower birds singing our song,
as the wolves circled round,
our voices conjoined in chorused howl -
No wonder the emperor tried to put a stop to this.
With the executioner’s sword,
They tried to separate us.
They turned our trophies into trinkets
and burned our oaths exchanged on vellum.
With lace bedecking our pietas,
they inhumed us outside the walls
Still, the wolves gather round.
They still sing our song, my love.
For this one is for the ages -
No wonder the emperor tried to put a stop to this.
Collections
Writings on the Shithouse Wall
Duology: Good Time Gals
Bad Time Boys
Revolution: We are Revolting
Haikus: 366
Everything: Indexed
One For The Ages
We are Revolting
The time has come to become disgusted.
The kitchen is dirty and the sink is rusted.
Blood in the bowl and the brush is missing.
The pressure is building and the pipes are hissing.
Our mirror is broken and our reflections are busted.
We are all the culprit and no one is trusted.
The landlord is absent and raising the rent.
The booze, drugs and money have all been spent.
The maid got deported and her children encamped.
The fences are broken and the yard’s getting cramped.
The paint isn’t appealing and the doors got a dent.
From the officer’s boot who came, killed and went.
Time to get the bucket and wring out the mop.
And raise our pigged heads out of the slop.
We need to clean house and start making things right.
Burn out the mold and turn on the light.
We’ll all get dirty before we can stop.
For a clean conscience, revolution’s the route.
We Cracked Mountains
We cracked mountains, you and I,
drove fissures into the stones of home,
so we could prime the bombs
needed to break ourselves free.
The heights we climbed, to be eye to eye,
to meet our creators on our own terms
and assault Olympus as
Promethians unbound.
We forked our lightings, decry and reply,
and threw our fathers off their sad heights,
rose above their rounded foothills
and clapped that Shantih sound.
We both lost equally, torn ear and blinded eye,
Fell into moraines we and parted ways
but our futile truce could not stay balanced long
As you stumbled up your equal peak
And I limped up mine.
After a long rest, your eye catches mine.
Round two ensues with unhealed bruises,
and this time we crack the sky.
Go Find Your Mountain
Into the mountains of madness go I
With a fixed and determined eye
Climbing forebears down the sky
With every intention of going awry
“Lose oneself to find oneself,”
was told to me by Oblivion’s eye.
“Go south past the walls were no one dwells.
Past the breaks and the Phrygian swells
Where the pole rises to meet the sky.”
“And look that poor woman in her eye
Where her tears’ flows follow the horizon’s line
and the seasonal sun never leaves the sky
Go have a date with mother to watch the ice die.
With trembling hands I break myself
To pluck the mote from her goddess’ eye
What words can forgive this hoisted thief
When I helped drown her out past the reef.
I should go mad from the height of my crimes.
Because I Can
Because I can.
Because you couldn’t.
Because they said we shouldn’t.
We popped off.
We are the signal flares.
I’m the reagent.
You’re the oxidant.
Our engines take a universally compatible fuel source
Of everyone else’s shit.
All our welcome in our warm embrace.
We burn with the phosphoresce of final moments.
We arc in the sky in portentous tangents.
No explosions or grand finales here.
We burn.
The oceans may try to squelch our blaze.
But we burn
Hotter than Grecian fire.
We are the alkalais in water.
We are the hydrocarbon film.
Because you can.
Because I couldn’t.
Because they said we wouldn’t
Everything Indexed
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A
A Poem About BeautyA Song of My Self
A Visit from St. Atticus
A Walk through the Garden
abcs
Abracadabra
Abrasive
America May 2020
B
Baby BoomerBad Time Boys
Be My Therapist
Because I Can
Bowflex
Burn it all down
C
CallaCats
Coming for Us All
Consent to Let Go
Creator of Worlds
E
Ecuadorian Dream HouseExegesis
F
Fatten the CurveForty Two Poems
G
Go Find Your MountainGolden
Good Time Gals
H
Haikus From the Coal RegionHalloweened
Helios and the Local Colours
Her
Hey, fuck up
I
I Am a Bicycle in the RainI Break
I Left It All Behind
I Love You, Mom
I Prefer the Sea Days
I Remember Cape Canaveral
I'm Already Packed
I'm out
In the Mountains Oblivion
Island Gaze
L
Lady LibertineLandmark Erosion
Love Sucks
Lover's Tanka
Lsd in the Afternoon
Luminescence, Cinnamon, Fire, Juniper, Piano
M
ModelMother Earth
Mother Issues
Mourning
My Ass Is Full of Stars
O
Ode to a Dangling SwordOn Isolation
One For The Ages
Orchid
P
PotentialPush and let go
Q
Quarantine Day 39R
rambleRather
Remember
S
Sanctity of MorningSatre Causes Nausea
Shades
Shelf Full of Dick
Smoke
Staten Island Mating Call
Stop
T
Thank You, Mitch McConnellThe Mistake of Enlightenment
The Northern Lights and a Dead Moose
The NSA took the Imam away
The Perfect Moment
The Philosopher's Stone
This One is for the English Majors
Thoughts on a Fire
Three
Tulla
W
We are RevoltingWe Cracked Mountains
We Fuck Stone
What a glorious day to be alive
When You are Stoned
Whiskey Kiss
Will Song