My Algebra of Dreams

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my apprenticeship to the jinn muse

the scrooping of savant-idiot crows
with blistered voices greet me in the
scrotum of the light phosphene morning …

as my

parallel universes
talk riddles and
postulate
ideas
full
of
moons …

contrived
with the hubris
of isagogic students …

irreverently i dance
insipidly in the imperium
of the
jive
jinn
muse … she prowls inside my mind …

offers a fleering look
with fleshings
fleying
garden
flowers … as

my mind
strolls to
the pharmaceutical garden
with the privy council of demons reading
her runic inscriptions by the runty runnel …

nettlesome flowers drape themselves
in her scent of freemasonry
while i excavate the
lithium bones
of ancient
seers …

jimson weed
falls from
the sky …

into
mysterious surroundings …

and
shamans dance
gleefully into my
filibuster
soul

as

i drift
jocosely
into the earth.

the gymnastics
of her waggish spirit
is jocularly remarkable …

the ripening
of the sun
takes
me
into her madness … with dark delicacies

straddling
the edges
of
me … fragments of a thousand archetypes

still lingering
… twisting into
knotted silken linens … wrapped

around currents of light
streaming across
the sky …

there …

my
insanity
becomes
brilliant under
her majestic tutelage.

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my morning walk

morning sun
erasing
tussled moon

petulant skies turn into
a pantomime ballerina

located
in the abysmal
orchids of frost

serene strains of wispy winds
talk with birds in flight

oracles
gleaming
in belladonna clouds

i am
in this
morning … walking with fractured limbs

for a trace
of yesterday

when you
disappeared
from my mind … into a tasselled tapestry -

a touch of scurrility
with chestnut
rain

f
a
l
l
i
n
g

into
the calcium
of my hardened
vermillion arteries …
awash in surrogate voices
of the thrumming of morning.

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passionate promenade

she loins
herself into
the crevices of
an aroused ocean wave
dreaming of his fleshy foundations

beguiling courtship
surging on the slopes
of mountainous regions

where

without wings she aches
weeping in dismemberment

as her god
thunders
into
the
valley …

purple
instincts collide
in vertigo winds
sweeping nomadic
chaos into witching fluids …

she hangs her dreams
on cerulean vaults
of skywalk
gardens

her lust
is burgundy
in ascension … as

the tropical heat
of her thighs drinks
the serum of his lust
in perfect symmetry …

a passion promenade
draws itself into silence

and
the nudity of their passion
erases the night as the
hot semen runs its
course into the
layers of
her
dark soul.

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into your your experiment

zodiac eyes
scanning horizons …

humanity stripped of civility
no words are righteous
when bargaining with
demons
dronning

from
above …

so

i rest my soul in your thoughts
wreathed with pythagorean trellises

dainty
words
are whispered
among the clatter

and

i see
your words
orbiting with
beautiful arcs …

falling
like a shooting star

rounding up
my wilderness
as the future eclipses
the sun and moon and you

with
an overflow
of an experiment
with your passion …

with
cowboy poetry in your soul
obsessive slips of your explosive mind

you
created
a midnight sun
with secret trails … we have yet to walk on.

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the brilliance of the night

my thoughts of anarchy
fill the moon
anointing
her
storms of libidinal revelations

as

dissenting lillies
in gardens
thirst
for
the
midnight serum …

daylight has long decayed
into darkness …

a contest
between owls
appease
nearby
ghosts -

clouds wear dark wigs
and
the
urgency of my meditations
unsettles
the wildness

the night shivers
at my audacity …
accuses me
of
intellectual vanity

a spidery recluse
with windswept lunacy
i laugh
at
the breeze.

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bewitchment

eerie
questions
tied to melodies

vanish

with the clocking
ubiquitous minutes
strolling by a lagoon …

there

she plays a piano …

without
herself … as

vertical
winds brush
the final traces of her breathing
into the choreography of her song

as her lips
kiss the night

her predilection
for debauchery

with
non-human forms
assert the density
of her troubled
energies

trudging
into
the numb
pagan soil

a nuanced
aficionado
of
witchcraft … she works

with
her imagination
finding shadows
in the whiteness
of her
flesh …

i look at her … from far away
afraid to face the horror of my desires …

heinous storms
inside of me
raging
madly

swelling of lust and folly …

swamped in a musky mist
of careless carnality …

i begin
to be without myself …

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the eternal desert

the
anthem
chimed adieu
as we walked

into a desert storm
unbuttoned startled

with

tai-chi
music … clerical/clinical

with nicely folded energies

under
the
arc
of sunlight
as
the
wind
dusted
our shoes
with stones
catching our
breathing lungs
out of sync with

nature …

jettisoned
into despair …

we sketched
our loneliness

into
the
vanishing sky … where

silken pearls
still hang after
the sun leaves
for another planet …

droll and
quizzical

we asked
ourselves
questions about
new beginnings

levitating
for miles …

into the
forever.

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to love you is simple … but deadly

to be simple
would take me
a hundred years

to love
you …
a mere
moment

if
only
the dark
spells of
midnight

flew
away
to an
empty
place …

you
could roam
the anthology
of my deep soul … full of dark eccentricities

stitched to the
surface of my
body

my palms
grow flowers …
yellow
like the
sun
running
into my
skin … i love the thorns that follow -

to be simple
kills my soul

to love
you …

all eternities
are forfeited … to an act of simplicity.

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she read in a dark library

darkness shivers
through a
clerestory window

she dreams of a lavender
blue moon chained
to archives
licking
lithium
from
her
bleeding hands

her delicate slippers
walk over stone floors

claw prints
of unnatural beings
go
unwinding
the ultimate finality
of her sad imagination

shelves
littered
with the aesthetics
of dreaming demons … touch her lightly

on plum laced shoulders

rodents go scurrying
past her twilight self

she reads
and reads … into the night …

vampire words
reconstruct the
orchestra of her
painted romance …

faustian rituals
in ancient
garments
fill the
library … invisible

only
to her
rancid mind’s
dark imagination

gnostic tongues
glitter in the dark

speaking
of
patristic
fathers
of
ancient
Rome …

heretics fly out of books

she reads
and reads … of whores for the kingdom

doors
close
but the wind
screams at her …

she reads
and reads … frantically of arcane wisdom

dwelling
in her
mind …

convulsing
into fits of
anger

fighting
to get out …

she closes
herself with
secret drapes … full of despair …

dragging herself to an empty corner …

morning
comes and
only her eyes
remain alive … transfixed … into nothing.

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polishing her soul

she
crawls
through her thresholds
seeking lanterns in the
dark winds
that carry her
across the Emptiness

tremulous sensorium

the
apricot
sunset
gathers the
fragmented
aura
of
her
soul … but

she comes to me
with her inner life

in tatters …

a science fiction
of ghosts and demons
rambling in the sybility

of her
mind
traveling through
glitched arteries …

their mad
echoes
twist
like
her …

a whirlpool
of scattering
pieces

of
her
voice
screaming into
the serene vineyard
of an oriental pavilion

this
is where
i sit and meditate

… but she comes
to rupture
my mind …

her grief falls
at my feet …

but …
when
the moon arrives
she’ll know how i turn
her despair into poetry

tomorrow
her melancholy
will dance on the pages
of this shaman poet …

empathy is the polishing
of shattered souls …

into
pure
jade … i love her like this.