When George stared
His solders were brand new.
The sun winked
on their apple red uniforms
and rose painted checks.
Every solder had:
two well hinged legs,
a dignified black hat,
and a riffle
that point strait and true.
His soldiers marched
just as George ordered.
In to bushes
were fire cracks hissed.
Off the garden wall
to fall hard on the pavement.
Throe the bird bath
where they rusted fast.
All fighting an enemy
only George could see.
Sometimes
George would pick up
a whole platoon
and throw them
high in the air.
Imagining
big mortars
just hit.
Not caring much
where his soldiers
landed
After many hours,
I sought hard.
Lurked in moon lit graveyards
raiding creeps of ancient sages.
Sifted thru ash libraries
burned by fearful popes.
Trafficked with daemons;
trading blood and memories
for whispers in infernal tongs.
Woke the dead
to shack secrets from their rooting lips.
Scrutinized gramoras
written in translucent ink
and infant's blood.
Cast runes and bones
to glimpse God's master plane
Horded all I could.
Midas in his counting room.
Spider in fly heavy web.
Now,
at 70 and 3 years,
Death inches from my chair,
I see my life
a waist.
3:00 a.m.
Smashed
in a back ally.
Sitting in
gumi
garbage
stale and stinking.
Night,
kesa,
spent binging
3:27 a.m.
Am I
nin?
a person?
Inu.
dog.
that's closer.
Kirai.
disgusting.
closer still.
5:00 a.m.
Asa o kiteiru.
morning comes.
the sky
blue and clear.
What are the words?
aoi
that's blue.
Kirei
beautiful or clean
close enough.
Sky is…
ten?
No.
that's heaven.
ten.
It's symbol
two brush strokes,
piercing throw clouds
giving the land
light.
Tenmusha.
Sky master.
Name of Jesus.
5:07 a.m.
tatsu.
I stand up.
5:09 a.m.
kairimashoo.
Lets go home.
Untitled
A whit egg
Full of life
lays in my iron hand.
I crush it
Feeling life ozzes out of my grasp
Untitled
I stand,
in rags and emaciated,
behind a barbed wire fence
humming with 1,000 amps.
What stays my hand?
Untitled
Whishing to clime a tree,
I fret for my fragile knees
and hear
the coffin lid
creek.
Tantalus
Women's voices
heard as they passed my door.
Water held
before a man
three days in the desert.
Collecting
It is the greatest crime
to suffocate butterflies
in a mason jar
and pine their corps
to cork board.
As Seen From The Moon
Like an egg,
the Earth breaks open.
Spilling
molten rock
into ap
Scotch tape gravity has nothing on me.
I left slow pock light
far behind.
Jupiter gives me the right of way
I drank Bahamut's blood,
which angels think a heady brew,
and felt all 8 chakra
hum.
The true names of
God and Satan
are tattooed on my back.
Sun's course threw my vanes.
When I dance,
galaxies give birth.
I am the unified field
The over unity engine.
Ever ternate you've ever known
I am...
a junky looking of a fix.
I am done with it.
The social club of Sunday morning.
Reverend Brimstone and his hellfire.
Ivory skinned Jesus and Mary pure as snow.
I will fallow older paths.
Wolf priests.
Forest temples.
Spring rain testament.
Full moons benediction.
My blood will be the scripture.
My heart, the tabernacle
And when I am gone,
this religion will not stay here
to make turmoil and hardship.
It will go with my ashes
into the wind.
A beast
Ten feet tall
Eye dead like a fright train
Two pairs of hands
One set
Meaty and big
Could make powder
of cannon balls
clenching your throat
the other
small and fine,
like a piano players,
each finger
dripping with acid
weaved around your heart
weep until tears can't come
scream until your throat turns red
pray to every god your think will hear
but it wont let go
until you
pick up a knife
and fight back.
brife life of a landslide by voodoo143, literature
Literature
brife life of a landslide
Held in the womb,
static,
for centuries,
a beautiful
child.
So long in utero
many believe
she's not there
at all.
Just an
unusual bulge
on a 130 foot rock face.
But
on a
year,
month,
hour,
minute,
mother
yields to
time.
With a crack
birth.
In 3.2 seconds
she lives:
Infancy.
Childhood.
Puberty.
Adolescents.
Middle-age.
Old-age.
and,
splitting into pieces,
death.
None witness
her,
believing a broken boulder
has always lain at the base
of a 130 foot rock face.
But she lived
She mattered.