Broken Horses

Broken horses
A band of untanned skin 

Wraps around a space for lost lingering ghosts 

Hangers on where only gold memories remain

A succession of forgetting grooves the etchings

A deluge streaming down her cheeks past a point of no return

Broke horses lay like mattresses 

She lost that keepsake long ago

Within minutes love fell but no one came to recover her crying 

A leaving replaced by a foreign lover’s comfort 

To recite a broken love from a past life 

A band of untanned skin wrapped around her finger 


The buzz saw is a quiet rabbit House keeping the lawn

Cornflake box novels 

Sweater weather mythology

Sometimes when I walk by strangers

I know you less or more 

You remind me of a memory I had washing your dishes even though the washer worked 

The bath ran away

Geese fly south some come back

A song came on it was the radiator 

A closet of just my clothes 

I think jigsaw puzzles are sad because they break up in the end.

 The winter river snakes along the bend 

This dying dance a clash of dissonance 

White noise suffocates the music 

The fumes rise lips burnt from coldness

Cutting eyes peel her away 

Distant words echo from a yesterday like a tightrope walker scaling the boneyard

Quietude stays and drowns the room

And furrows of elapsed time becomes shelter for nightmarish overtones 
And the cellophane, cigarette butts, tea kettle screams, anti vaccine journals, magazines about buying, books retired, forced entries, fallen cities, empires forgotten, the pleasers, dead space, shit storms and this middle ground, the waiting, her loud eyes, pencil shavings, she’s lying and he believes her, that machinery, she’s wired, face to face meetings are a rarity now a days, entire book shelves on dying
A city seen from over her shoulder 

As she launders the distance within her eyes
The phosphorescent glare of wolves eyes 

Bending time towards me 

A sanctuary built over old graves 

Go to sleep I will talk to you some tomorrow from now 

Like ghosts that greet the mountains 

I skin regret with a prayer

Biting the banks of the river’s shore

Like eye-fulls of phosphorescent coolness

Pulling me across the suns highway

I howl at night

Soft promises

Why wind this hour longer?

Digging our graves

She does not follow

Like ghosts that greet the mountains

Words run it’s course

A weeping song remembered

Awake by daybreak

Page after page

Misfired touches

Mishaps and bent shapes

Lost in silences for heavens sake

Beaded wells of sweat

A daydream of her

I walked back to gather my keys

All the hour waiting quietly

Harboring forgets

She comes and goes softly

Intertwined in between a wild kiss and the

goodbyes that have left me wanting

She sings and there’s an echo burying me

Climbing holy heaven to reach you

Enveloped in your faint touch

Just a memory rushing to meet me again

There the sky fragments into tiny pulses like

heart beats in a wild love.

Empires rise and fall

In the dying of night

Desperation hunts me down
She never says goodbye

Instead she tells me later

Her eyes soften

Gazing at the riverbed

love meets in passing

she whispers closer

Crystalline cities

Emerging from the sky

Tracing those fingers all through my stories

Lost things in the twilight

Run away from me

This love becomes nightfall

As the stars crisscross like a tourist

Love lost in the sea of broken horses
Long winters ahead

There is a silo of emptiness

Rusty and bare

As I dart away into another hall

Before I am recognized

As memories unnerve me

Loose tiles on the bathroom slide along the

floor with my bare feet

She sleepwalks into my daydreams

I am a sunken ship defeated by memories

Faithful to her ghost

Like an obsession of whispers

Walking away from the sun

Lost things in the twilight

Heavy rains wrack the plains Comes quick and back again

A downpour collides with my mind 

She comes to me in dreams 

Glued to the pulp of the sun where the embers build temples into the sky

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them in a rush 

Those blurred red sun spots cool my mind

We are magic and I mark the foothills where we walk 

I mentioned her name in passing a lost goodbye 

Seeking the river’s sea I ran with the tide 

It motioned back to me, “they have let it go.”

The river pulsed with beads of light wild like the trees 

My eyes widened, love is the city of dreams awakened

My lover is distant neither here nor there

I walk amidst shadows of her

Among the water upon the stone about the bed inside the corridors throughout the labyrinth 

Sleepwalker don’t leave me lonely 

I’m right across the hall from you

Scented candles and incense as holy offerings 

I’ll leave the lights on and stay up for you

The rain travels far careening through oblivion for you 

As madness curtails our affair a star crossed love 

Like a paper back novel 

I have found myself pulsing in and out of darkness and light like a faulty light bulb in a dark room

I was ripe with the moon 

In the God we speak of I find my everything 

We never said goodbye

I was once the river now I am the rain

Things will never be the same


Hilltop Wanderers

Summer’s entanglement

Pouring over those fuchsia skies

Like astral beings

Wandering the hilltops

She unfolds her legs and howls

Longing for lost things in the daybreak

Of youth

Slivers of ancient golden suns

Circle the galaxy

Like cool waters and praying Buddhas

Searching deep inside

Far into the distance of the heart

Oceans of golden light

Chasing horses from the coastline

Of our yesterday

I’ll be sure to mention you

As the tide recedes into the womb of the moon

I run with wolves

Seeking shade from the loneliness

In an alcove of solitude

Steeped in memories she calls

I pray for your love to return to me

Only to think I may not pray for such things

Nostalgia is like a friend

Who doesn’t talk to you anymore

Seducing you from the present

Memories are delicate creatures

One must let go of the past in order to continue



Butterflies in Bloom Tell me in your Room

My body said:

Blue epiphany

And a coiled storm

Fled to the nightfall

All worked up about our meeting

Purring on a shelf

And a child fence for her dog

Washing down her spine onto her thighs

Each finger a labyrinth of feeling

Every nuance a library of erotic words

Glued to your television until my hands are down her thighs

I turn my eyes down

Where your fingers elongate over mine

The thought of you heats my skin many days over

Your cat talks to me while I go down your shirt

And your basement apartment follows me home

Driving blindly by nightfall

I don’t want to complicate our causal love

With words like promises

Wires Through Dreams

wires through birds
lower sanctum/ shape shifter
polarized dead weight
treason’s rich gleam
parting ways/ the in between
feelers hard/ suicide’s alarms
lightning skyline fractures
vast wastelands for eons
“I’m on your side”,
blew a quasar into my mind’s ear
I rolled a cigarette or two
driving blind
a dreamless sleep