Where the Lost Things Go

Suspended in the center of everything

A hovering island

Nyet

Where no one dies

All the children

Tanned and sweaty

Laugh their parent’s cares off

And sleep underwater

While the white hairs race

Daringly through magnetic fields

Here animals sing existence

Creating laserbud trees

And wire swamps

(Only the thick walnut people sit)

Dreaming dreams

To watch on screens later

It is his birthday

License in hand

He slips the rubber

Over lean muscles

And straddles a bolt

Z-z-z-zing

Waters his mouth

A jilkosecond later he’s off

Streaking across the sky

Son of a bullet

Open

Unstoppable

He cuts through air

Leaving fire behind

Riding lightening

As one rides a bull

Earth does not know

The glory of these things

The magic of glass winds

The screech of a jewel owl

Nyet is for weepers

Nyet is for failures

For drifters

And loners

And nobodies

Desperate to breathe

Once again

Nyet belongs to them

Not after they die

But before they live

Where all the future dead gather

...Together

All the unborn and stillborn

Quick deceased and long deceased

They think

They play

They live

In peace

And try breathe

Once again

Jameson

Are you listening? I've got a cough.
Are you watching? I've slipped off.
The sea of faces never can tell
Moments of heaven from hours of hell
Sew up those lips and coil within
How else can I deal with this delicate sin?

Hades

A conch shell ship crossed my brain
It rose and dipped with my pain
Where it goes I'll never know
Somewhere lost from years ago?
Someplace embedded with hidden woe?
I can't see beyond the salt soaked flow
And enough I've walked on scapes below

The Real Perks of Being a Wallflower

So here I am, silent again

locking myself in like a bottle of gin

You know I'd never stand still

if it meant that I'd kill

all semblence of mystery, privacy

of lunacy and mutiny

I'm a rebel with a cause of

keeping to nothing in particular

or obvious or curious

Shadows suit me just fine

they hide my love of wine

they hide my bed-arched spine

they hide my warped way to dine

and rich world that's mine

Light would spoil the secret

it would only birth regret

that tastes like a surge of vomit

and other people's shit

mixed equally in my mouth

I'd rather be immediately south

under soil, under foot, in a box

So please, please, please

let me keep my quiet

let me daily deny it

all my inbred tease and outpoured wit

since it completely frees

all of me

Hakol Beseder B'Eli Haseder

I wish we were free, the people and me

Everyone dances in a rusted over net

Dripping with claws that are bleeding wet

The frenzy grows 'til bodies drop down

A grim stretch of ruby pervading our town

When will it stop?

No one will listen

Friend killing friend

Is eternal division

Wake up, look down

Live as a rebel to Lucifer's crown

For the longer we rot, the stronger his reign

If only, O only, we resisted hell's game

Night will fade

Breath will freeze

One day or someday

We'll dance in the breeze

There will not be much, perhaps just a child

But enough is enough when he's finally wild

Live for then, dear one -- grab a rusted rope

Soak up the sun, dear one -- hear shadows of hope

Tristan

Down by the silver mist of the shore

I tripped across something I hadn't before
He writhed in sand, all charr and blood
A sword in hand, this gift of flood
From whence he came I stopped not to guess
All logic wrapped in one caress

Safe and warm in my home
I took him far from hell-bent foam
"Where am I? And whose this hand?"
His voice escaped a heavenly gland
"Safe, you're safe." I stroked his lips
And with those jewels he took some sips

My frost dissolved into blissful heat
As kindred flesh began to meet

O wounds forgot, shadow gone
We followed nature 'til sign of dawn

. . .He left in time as true loves do
But we'd meet again, I simply knew