control

With whimpers wet He wept, He wept,
And still the steely blade I kept:
Upon His skin the blade impressed
And trickled soft upon His breast.
A mournful cry He issued then,
But short the steel would cut it when
The blood would issue forth unchecked
And crimson on his shirt be flecked

A child perhaps was then His soul
But nonetheless must burn the toll
Of pride unchecked in parents' hearts:
The hidden rapists, and the tarts.
I slid it quick, the blade of steel,
And through His throat with wicked zeal;
I drew and dropped His wicked frame
And uttered forth His wicked name:

REPENTANCE, the sole Son of Sin,
Inheritant of guilt within;
The mortal coil shed now in fear
Could naught but slowly disappear
And in its stead to my delight
Leapt forth that Daemon of the night
And met my blade with sharp disdain:
Forth had the Daemon leapt in vain.

For from that night It hurt no more
Nor pestered madmen nor that whore
That sits upon the breast of man
And has since ere this world began.
With frothy foam of reddened breath
It withers even now in death
And though I cry, my dear, be still;
My death and His are of His will.

MANNEQUINISM

An old one:

Come love me, my darling,
I shall love you dearly.
Come kiss me, my darling;
But she cannot hear me

My lips
grow
cold
Waiting for her touch.
My heart
grows
bold
But her silence is to much.

Come love me, my darling,
You shall never fear.
Come kiss me, my darling;
But she cannot hear.

An Acrostic Praise of Pork

Oinks of piggies doomed to die,
Destined soon to deeply fry;
Early sizzling bacon grease,
Tumult raised for breakfast feast;
Or perhaps a silence sweet
Speaking soft of roasting meat
Whispers of a dinner nigh:
In these sounds our pleasures lie.

Nothing short of heaven's grace
Ever could the joy replace
Divined by these delicious sounds
In whose great praise our voice resounds.
Now take the plate, prepare your fork,
Inhale the breath of luscious pork;
No time to waste; now don't be shy:
Gorge yourself with pig, says I!

priceless

all the earth's a Jewelry Box
with Gems both Bold and Bright:
a Golden Necklace lights the day,
a Silver Pearl the night;

'cross Emerald Fields and Meadows,
over Amber Waves of Grain,
the Jasper Sunset echoes through
the falling Agate Rain.

and yet, in all this Box of Gems
with all its Glitt'ring Stones,
No Piece can match YOUR Saphire Eyes,
YOUR Lips' Red Ruby Tones;

and though I owned the Sky, the Earth,
and all the Crystal Sea,
I'd give it all to hold YOU now
If YOU would but have me.

Puppy Dog Tails

Amber Hair is swept aside
leaving unprotected those
Striking
Blue
Eyes

Contented, Conversational, Passively Interogative:



The Addressed:
fallen eyes fix on the form of the peach in the strong sinewed hand
Plump
Little
Peach
bruising slowly under the pressure of a distracted grip

It Bleeds.




slowly spreading liquid
spattering to rhythmic thrusts-
Crimson
Smears
Stains
Tears
Blood, Buttocks, and Blue Jeans:
Revelation's moon-

How Quaint.

slowly spreads an appreciative smile with the sticky, slipppery excretion

and a chuckle:
just enough to mask the silent impersonal whimpers
vibrating through the sweaty flesh




"well?"

the smile

a shrug and a lie:

"nothing"

Infinite Hilarity --or-- Apples Between the Heads of Phrases

I chuckle.

the Fun, the Fire of Flickering Xenon
the Sheer Shimmering of Sequens and Starlight
captivate
and Eager Anthems Raise;

excitement bourne of bleating
cast in digits twice significant
reduction
of the form to function's haze:

a frame of twenty-four-
a part of forty in a glass-
a boy's eighteen-oh-five
(we cast our mutton now in brass)-

from all
to real
to rational
by nature we assume
and countless count our intersections, weaving
boxless products on our loom.

Now:

I throw a dart at emptiness
and hit it;
thus
I
Chuckle.