Asylum's Height

through
earth and sky
ever flowing in tune
with the portals
connecting dimensions
coupling heart with mind
measuring breath
for heartbeat

Silence
hung between
mountain reflections
beyond practiced
night
massive windows emerged
...slowly...
imperceptibly
between thick snow clouds
the pillows of ubiquity

 I. Iridescent Cabaret I delve into this iridescent cabaret of you youwith your kaleidoscope eyesfilled to the brim with innocence and ivyyour velveteen totems casually settled on the oath between us, mocking silence youwith your mildewed doll smile shimmering through our transluscent temperamy fragile artiste, my delicate heart
I longed to tell you why I was jade-covered youforever floating lengthways
in a realm of surreal discomfort

You yourself poet
have belled the cat
very few,
including me,
understand the riddles
behind camouflaged poesy
so beautiful
and
a pussy,
I still see from the rear balcony,
as dogs with open lashing tongues
erase moments of ecstasy
awaiting their turn,
to take on
while others are at it
this was my impression
but you beat me.

A poet is one ,
who says what?
and
so many ask why?

What was my problem with the world again?
Oh yes, it hates me
Mostly on Saturdays and alternating Fridays
Once a month on Thursday
And at least twice a week fifth period.

Lately the universe hasn’t been so bad
(Hey, it hasn’t been amazing either)
But I’ve had my moments.
Some I could’ve gone without,
But they were kinda nice while they lasted.

The woodbine decorates its host in yellow
but gay blossoms cover its true intent
as it attempts to choke the little tree
or at the least leave it twisted and bent

Young tree accomodates its tormenter
by bulging bark between the ropy vine
which tightens as the growing tree gains girth
it's mere luck this tree's not a soft barked pine

This alder I spotted beside a road
on verge of death as its starved leaves browned
I cut and freed it from its stranging foe
a helical staff I now tote around

The emptiness of space
crowded up against his face
It moved inside his suit

Surreal, the blackened envelope
enfolds him, gives no hope
It wriggles in his boot

Now he dreams of home and kin
Things he'll never see again
To Death, these thoughts are moot

There is just one, last labored breath
It echos in the ears of Death
He hears " I love you, " Awww, that's cute

THE DEVIL MAN

She gave her soul
to the old Devil man.
She was only twenty
And when she called
him honey
He gave her plenty.

She gave out
He gave in
It’s all about money
The world turns that way
Now ain’t it so’
Honey ?

There are nine horses in the meadow,
wildflowers and grass,
fate counts them one by one.

Empires of bees and frog dynasties disappear
as do cities of the dead. Destiny
rides them into wind and ashes.
Everything is ashes in this world and
the molten rock is filled with ceremony.

In the flat land (where flat people,
soak in skin),
three ride four horses.

trinket of sugar
bleeds frozen
platelets
falling through the black

through the eye looking
back

a smoke image may
recede climbing
through the body of
doubts
this drawn leg restless
this weak ankle bested
an hour is a scream
you sigh
dripping whispers
while dust breaks
patterns in gust loved
parking echo lots

Dusk still,
Sky red,
Blue shadows,
Touch flower beds,
Flickering flames,
Embers aglow,
Light up the dark,
Like the soul,

Silver clouds,
Soft and slight,
Moon bathes us,
In her light,
Stars wink,
You blush,
I smile,
Then flush,

Grass moist,
With dew,
But all I feel,
Is you,
Warm and humid,
Soft rose,
My darling’s mouth,
Beautiful to behold,