My Algebra of Dreams

34 notes

i’m riddled by your lusty words

your words are
cobblestones of echoes
naughty slants of glossy rivets
rehearsed in splintered tissues
of fleshy apparitions

with aches
of flustered
modernism

littered
with asemic thoughts
knotted with dark reservoirs
ghosting along with secrets

your words
plunder into me
rephrasing merriment
fostering a delicacy of sin …

manic postulates dance
on brittle floors of
unmapped
trails …

cryptic with a foreign tongue
like a chatroulette troller
sequined into orgasms
of sets of iambic
pentameter

liquid words
drip into me

fiery
with
lust …

ravenous assumptions
carry me away into
into a occluding
breeze of
summer
heat ..

riddled with thoughts of you.

52 notes

what is

i sit
with
beacons
in my eyes

intuitive night
thrums along
the corridor
of “what is” -

dreams
are executed
with military style
and febrile tongues
master words of poetry … they drift away -

everything quiet
haunts my flesh

a trolling owl
on the moon
draws me near …
sharpens my wits …

inner thoughts sail away

i look
for you
through
a window …

as
if
the
world
stood still … like a painting …

just to see “what is” -

46 notes

into the mystic sky

i breathe
the gymnastics
of your words drenched
in passion tasting of wolverine bites

cruel and fated into me
your wings are eyes of
glossy
amethyst
lucent mirrors

restlessly
swimming
into oceans

of
uncertain
immensity … a beautifully primal … act

lip-syncing
with the curves
of my day-care loins

blending into
the vertigo of the sun

we are graceful … together …

in the
empty sky
hurling itself
against Time …

in the shelter of intervals
known to mystics only …

we are the
equation
of the perfect balance … of oneness …

before our descent
back into human form …

45 notes

loving you

you walk on coarse pebbles
shattering into floral dreams

pending
your birthing
crucifixion at
the hands of dark magistrates
waiting at the end of the road …

i’ve seen
your dark shadows
curling into mercurial rivers

under a
moon that cracks
its knuckles against
the ghostly
tides of
your
soul …

i’ve seen
the weight
of your Eden in the
thicket of forlorn confusion
grasping for your timid hands -

… and I’ve seen
the spoonfuls of love
gliding through the sky
with wings stitched on you…

they fall
like sapphire
turning brightly
into my dark side …

where …

i love
the light
of your soul …

there …

i’ll love you forever.

43 notes

i sit with your texts

the moon rambles on
lost in time
tossing
crows
out of …

imagined windows
leaping through
calendar
years

yipping like
a fox
pale
and
red …

lean with
coffee eyes … but …

here
i sit
with texts
unlearning
the cycles of
my mind - ocean tides go backwards … and

voices in their prime
invent new words
pulling whispers
out of my ears
addictive like
painkillers
from your
heartbeat …

there is hissing
beneath my feet
where another world
flaps furiously its wings
seeking us for its festivals … radical paths come alive

and …

voices
shrug
away
the committee of sleepers
walking into the lesions of the night … here i sit with texts …

… your texts …
so smooth …

written from your inner eye
as you gazed upon
the polished
sky

in all
of yesterday’s hours
falling into antique margins
with dreamy carvings of zodiac bones …

here i sit
with texts … they were your wild dreams.

39 notes

loving her yin soul

her
yin soul dreams
of sun and moon
wandering with wine …

humming
a song
of a dynasty
she
wears herself
inside out … we read
of her dark mysteries …

centuries
grow old
in her hands
crashing
under the weight
of her village stones … a fine tincture

of
yellow dusk
catching the wind
dancing with mad
poets …

i blush
as i lean
into her soul
(wishing it was real) …

her whorl
of words float …with enchantment

tiled across
the amber moon
where i long in silence

for a touch
of that yin soul
she cultivates so well …

her inner empire
is an ocean
of spirit
waves …

i know nothing of her secrets.

42 notes

read poetry

1.

read
poetry
to bend ideas
into urban chic

as
rhythms
of skyline
metronomes
crease crescent
moon-shaped eyebrows

into
submission
in a world of
floating voices

2.

read
poetry
to be a bloody
soldier of poetry

as
antonyms
of nomads
curve feelings
across theories
of agnostic prophets

into
cauldrons
of city crows
floating downstream

3.

poetry is
a boot camp
hermeneutics fracking itself
into a self-soul tourist vacation

to uncover
your other self
hiding in the slaughterhouse of
erratic/erotic/ecstatic dream houses

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the Gates of Ellipsis

your
soul
of bluish stones
tangles with me
on
clouds
of long neurotic seizures
billowing vaginated tremors

i see
a cold cold serenity
inside the mirror of your soul
burning memes on visceral organisms
engendering friendship with passing spirits …

oh how
you are beautiful
in the cerebellum
of ancient ghosts

i see them
walking into
their hollow minds
throbbing with magenta traces
of your gargoyled retinal secrets …

if only
i could touch
what’s left of you

if only
you had
not left your flesh
under the breathe
of your lurid demons ….

if only our dreams
had not walked
through those
Gates of
Ellipsis …

falling into intervals
between what is and what is not.

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you are the soul of a nightshade

nightshades bless you
in the atrium of
self-doubt
as

your tongue-tied virtues
escape the stitched
irony of your
scented
kiss

upon my flesh …as

your gates
open to
the

plumed serpent
frothing with
fires of
ruined
energies
in the red darkness
of your democratic lust …

you are blessed
with the heat of the sun
against my lunar cold skin

homesick
for the valleys of Neptune
as your ecstasy takes you
to the river beds of the blue heron … where

your
capillary veins
smoothly rigged
by lavender stars
glitter into my poetry

as
i write you
love sonnets
under the auspicious eyes
of lusty crows with wild intent …

these are
the belladonna nights
when alkaloids pluck away

the stars
from our
brittle
hands …

cusped in darkness
seeking sanctuary
in our souls …

your sublime
eyes are
fields
of
florentine art
with pixels of
docile petals

turning into feathery wings
under the botany of a
sacred plant

… and there …

the sky has it all.