Song of the Wasteland

Tomorrow never came, the skies burned and churned and the world turned but tomorrow never came.
Time passed, but nothing remained, denuded building like dead trees populated the graveyards of cities, places that had forgotten their names.
The sun might rise and set, but tomorrow still hasn't happened yet.
I walk these wastes, I remember her name. I camp under the starless skies, dreaming of the invisible moon, perhaps the nuclear clouds will be gone soon. 
Each night I say my prayer, asking for her safe return, mumbled in bleak monotones, knowing that should she be dead, I will never know her bones. 
The graveyards of men are bleached calcium under the unforgiving sun that blasts through the persistent haze like a petulant God punishing everyone. 
The ghosts of the blameless dead howl in the arid winds, the pocked earth cries under the radiated rains, I cannot wish her alive in this world gone insane. 

We were all there...

Square of the Artists in Parisby ricardomassucatto

We were all there, at the cafe in Paris, on deck chairs
Drinking and laughing, Ginger dancing with Fred Astaire.
Toulouse painted Hookers as Queen Aretha sang,
Riley wrote lyrics, I sat next to her in the evening air.
Hemingway toasted us Bourbon, ignoring our faults
whilst Offerman sipped his aged double malt
Marlowe sang in time with Will a bawdy tune
Emily said that our deaths would come all too soon


We were all there, Americans and ex-pats in the movie
set in a timeless year, in the city of lights in France
daring to rebel, find the secrets of artists, romance
maps of adventure, mystery on sun painted streets,
Riley and I asleep on tie-dyed rainbow sheets.
The world an oyster of words, the rhythm of
Ice-T and Eminem ever staccato alliterated repeats
Byron lording over his odious melodies while
Browning mocks him, his grin framing her smile
fading in my head, soon I'm to bed, deluding denial.

We were all there, standing silhouettes in the Louvre
like Platonic shadows with nothing else to prove
Riley and Armin stepping into the groove.
Jackson paddling on the car, lawyers in love,
Mona Lisa singing Ava Maria from above
Amanda rolls the ivory belting out defiance
Rembrandt paints it black, Jagger to dance
Gaiman himself summoned Wednesday to bleed
while Anansi weaves, Pan on his wicked reeds
a sacrifice, the papers rifled, the ink stifled, King
does his standup routine, a Welsh whisper to
unnameable indescribable weird things said
to remind me it's all in my head,
soon I'm to bed, counting sheep to sleep.

Cezanne is in the Boat.
Riley and I holding hands
along the Seine
Stewart dances in the rain
Statues in the Or'Say Park
Rodin caught kissing Freda
after dark.

She took to a Traveling Man

Lord, she would have never done it 
if she hadn't got drunk.
Oak Ridge Boys on the radio.
singing gospel and tunes
some years back in June
Hotter than hell in Louisiana
summer in the Southland
Ice tea and shine, ice cubes
clink in my mason jar, granma
fussing on the low slung swing
afternoon shade as we stare out
across the glades.
The South as it will never be
I won't ever remember to ask
Barbara Sue to marry me.
She took to a traveling man
left us for some foreign land.
Come back home to my home
down in Dixie, where we are
outdated in our mediocrities
racial faults aren't purchased
but blood-bought, old folks that
modern times has forgot.
The colors are here for all to see
statues and gravestones and the
myths of our collective history.

The Doomed Groom

The ocean speaks in rhymes
a mariner oft said sometimes
the queer eye tracking my gait
I was on my way to the wedding
I was already late. He reeks of rum
I mistook him for another bum
Water, he said, water everywhere
Let go of my arm you fool, I am
not going to stand here listening
as you go on with spittle and drool!
There was a ship! says he. I bet there
was but I feel trapped by his madness
already, the bells toll and the bride
walks down the aisle to find no groom
for his is trapped outside listening
to his impending doom.

Drowned

Below the surface, she floats, last breath

moments from death

under current held in space

crestfallen, her heart breaks in place

then the bubbles rise

uncried tears surmise

nothing will suffice

blood as cold as ice

I told her I would hold her

there until her love was unbound

but then she drowned 

We Are Legion

We are Legion

Singular purpose, multitudinous goals

Binary doctrine

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We are Legion

untrackable pings, these ANONymous strings

You might find me here on the dot com.

You'd be mistaken, you would be wrong

I am many packets in the net

We are the actions that haven't happened yet.

He that writes of our actions

only knows what we want known...

We are Legion

Faceless we walk the ways

where not even the Neuromancers have flown.

Apple and Eve

The apple falls far from the tree

Adam walks with Eve

a snake therein waits in the leaves

some twine and a garment for thee.

The story is older than the mystery

a fire in Eden before the freeze

a sword of fire burning as they flee

the river of life flows through the Euphrates.

Biblical truths now gossiped at the fence

Eve tells every sin in detail since

Adam cleans house, laundry by the loads

while Crowley can be found at the Crossroads 

Music changes Everything

Strands of melody, bows on strings

ivory hammers on the piano's staphs 

as female vocals sing.

a single drumstick taps cymbal song

electronic mix merging metaphors

somehow all this and the horns

belong together, a band, a throng

alters my mood

my sadness settles, my heart takes wing

the rain falls, the night calls

music changes everything.

Serendipitous

Lace soft, 
seductive grace
visualized fantasies 
surround me
in that place, 
the waters, 
trees and
serendipity.
They two nymphs, 
at rest, 
in my mind
idealized best, 
they sing my songs out
there, luring my mind 
from the woes
of the day. 
Teasing out my foibles, 
gently mocking 
my daydreams
while nervous ripples 
play
out the shapes of the breasts
shadowed 
against the silk over
their chests, 
making me swear to
love each one 
the very best
as long as they let me 
stay here
I must confess.

Bliss

Bliss

Adorably caught, hushed pleas for secrecy

shushed whispers justifying her presence there

in my bed unbidden, uninvited welcome anyway

where are your clothes I ask like a fool because

I only care that she lies the naked in my bed

desires scream merrily along blood rushing to my head

aroused her whole body smiles up at me

I feel the returning grin spread open my soul

finding bliss below me I dive down deep into her desire

giggles tickling me with wisps of feminine fairy fire

 

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The Band

Drumbeats drumming bang

cymbals clash, triangles clang

boots marching, that banded gang

in tandem almost random

music played, songs sung- sang

pounding in time, legs striding

thighs flashing, movement sublime

 arms blurred in motion drumsticks

flicks slick tips snapping tapping

heartbeats in step with their feet

hands clap

time to go

you should know

smiles teeth white

pristine red uniform flap

disappearing into night

The girls' cheer

the band isn't there.

Masculate Femininity

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Should a woman be the island
that my cliche drowns trying to swim to?
Should a tired excuse be all there is
for a man like me to resay
as if there is nothing else
new to state, obviously?
Oblivious, I dream of drowning
watching the Gaean safe
haven vanish into the darkness
as I die a victimless
crime down into
the dark abyss
of my own
ignorance of
all I was trying to save by being the man
I wanted to be.

March 9th 2018

Under Water

Under Water

Swim.

Swimming here I found

her standing there

under water.

air bubbles flowing out

up in chains like pearls

of air racing to surface

invisible annhilations

on the surface.

Reflections

Refractions

a hall of mirrors

under water

a world of its own

devising so deep

down in the abyss

where the monsters

still sleep

under water.

"Are you a mermaid?"

I wanted to asked

but the words

rushed out

the saltwater

in as I found

myself drowning

under water.

She smiled

finger to my

lips.

As if to say

that whatever I am

wont to do

I should try to

speak, talk

sing

our precious

moments are so few

as we live and cry under water.

STAY

S T A Y

YOU went away.

Leaving me here alone, even though

I begged, begging you to not go.

Watching your truck fades

into the haze that comes in tears

blurring my eyes, out of sight

out of mind

out of memory.

DADDY,

When I try to remember you
you're just slightly out of focus, the dust in the fields

at sunset, the flash of light on your teeth as you

smile, laughing as the dog runs this way

like a photograph is frozen in time

trembling in my clutched hand

as the physics defy

logic as you drive

over the event horizon

into my memory

I AM
lost here without you, 

life has become a series of unsolvable

math problems left on the chalkboard in your old

office, stacked paper drifts like the dust that

collects in the fields outside

I have almost forgotten the farmhouse

save that it was the last time I saw

you holding my hand

promising that you weren't

ever going away

that

after all this

you would

S T A Y