Where are my Dreamers?

A man rakes leaves into a young woman
Bound silently to accomplishments.
All hail the American night,
These monstrous angels run,
An appearance of the devil,
Explosion of birds.
And I came to you
Androgynous, liquid, happy-
As the drowning man.
Bitter winter blessings,
Clothed in sunlight,
Clustered in watchful terror.
Come disciple
Does the house burn?
So be it.
Drugs, sex, drunkenness
Battle
Earth, air, fire, water.
Everything human
Fence my sacred fire.
I am guide to the labyrinth,
I fear that he has been
And will not come again.
L’america
It was the greatest night of my life.
Midnight moment of freedom.
‘O god’ she cried
Of the great insane.
Poet of the call girl storm,
Rhonda-
She looked so sad in sleep.
The day I left the beach
The diamonds shone
Like broken glass.
Grand highway,
Hour of the wolf,
Voice of the serpent,
Velvet fur of religion.

What are you doing here?
Where are my dreamers?
And the walls screamed
Poetry, disease and sex.

For Jim Morrison

When Beatnike Die

We spent the summer drifting
Like dry rot on the lake.
Our dreams hanging over,
Drooping on the boughs
Of willow trees as adolescence
Passed us like a cloud.

Then later your mother
Fixed the lemonade,
That we replaced with wine,
And set out on each others hearts
With knives and forks to dine

Each day burning out
Like the choke of cheap cigars.
The smell of mildew,
Of you, damp on my pillow,
Kept me restless through
The listless storms of night.
And the faint glow
Of dead end stars,
Kept me burning
In your sights.

We spent the summer chasing
Sparrows that we thought were doves.
Trailing our fingers in puddles,
Making ink blots on the carpet,
And talking idly of love.

Then later your fathers’ winter
Crept up into your blood,
And even the kiss of Isis
Couldn’t pull you from his touch.
Like a dead leaf released
From the trees, blown out
To be a sailor on the lonely
Mans blue seas.

I spent four springs waiting
For the lamb to be reborn.
I thought I’d picked the root,
Instead I chose the thorn.

Dance of Budapest

The sky flashed white

Burned black

Then cracked.

We were in the park

Watching the Samurai

Dream with death.

The rain stripped bark

Dogs crawled in the mud

But calm to the storm

The Samurai stood.

We ran for shelter

Under the carousel

All around us

Thunder fell.

You placed your hand

On my thin green dress

And so began the dance

Of Budapest.

Sow of Dreamless Sleep

The stone forest breaks beneath my feet,
after I stole away from the drunken feast.
Sick in my heart, Sartre's nausea
and the mirror of Narcissus reflected
in an empty wine glass.
Away, away
into the arms of the ancient ones,
my wooden ancestors who serve me silence.
Bone of bark,
the broken body of leaves,
who reach for me with splintered vine
and from my light shot eyes black out
a falsetto pale blue sky.

And in these woods,
away from man made desire
and loose lipped gyre,
do I take my waning self.
And in the darkness do I stumble
across the beast,
that sow of dreamless sleep.
A boar, that ghostly apparition
stood at the door to hell.
The black blood of flies
buzz around its carved iron face.
It's listless grin,
that hideous mask of holocaust nature,
of leathered skin.
A body hot and salty to the touch.
Whilst I
A stone cold silhouette
against the depth
of time
and space.

Prom Queen

With your withered violets,
drowning in the marsh,
amongst the trash of lavender
and bones of peach.

Cramming mud into
cock kissed cherub lips,
now your dress wrinkles in the tub,
opium stitched wrists come undone.

Rose thorn snags between your legs,
beneath the bridge you drift,
in this, castrated white dress
torn from the breast.

Playful as a kitten
you dangle the kitchen knife,
soft shades shatter the blade.
Red hair the flame of youth.

Ophelia, erotomania,
watch the moon hit your windowsill,
that uncracked ovary,snow of sin,
that bounces off decaying skin.

Lemonade

She'd love you to leave her languid,
lying on a flattened mattress.
Soft, wet, moccasin eyes.
A pipe crackles, brown sugar,
There are no problems here you say.
Shadows as long as corridors
creep into sleep.
Lemon groves pierce the night,
bitter acrid sweetness,
sticky to the touch.
Beneath stars that barely wink,
Titans cold sky, your silver bits and straws.
Singing songs to a waning crowd,
cheap taffeta and linoleum floors.

You wouldn't look in a mirror
as time carved her lines
upon your face with
wicked sculptress hands of clay.
Now death fly's
on his winged chariot
towards your veins.

Soft poison,

receive the blow
that dull thud
to send you soundless
to your bed.
Eternal eve of birth,
back to the fluid of woman,
O womb,
that fleshy tomb,
covered in cherry gloss kisses.

You can hide out in the desert
under the endless tide of vine,
but into Dante's inferno
you'll finally carry
that sacred chalice of wine.

Ketamine Howl

Howl of youth cries into space,
those white lines run down your face.
Ketamine, the social smack,

fill the holes of love that lack.
Whisky, wine and malt liquor,
but the drugs they burn me quicker.
Bulging wombs of teenage queens,
wheres that crook who stole my dreams?
Strangers linger at the door,
my kid sisters on the floor,
blame myself for splitting hairs,
but no one else seems to care.
Slackened jaw of refugees,
another friend lost to that disease.
I got jacked up of to much hope,
to calm me down they gave me dope.
My boyfriend had a change of heart
but he don't know where to start,
they took his name and social number
and in the process made him dumber.

Shave your head to define your class,
squat a house and join the mass.
A new systems come to pass,
feel that boot right up your ass.

Give me H, X, LSD
the alphabet that sets me free,
but take out MTV
it murders minds in first degree.
Rich white kids unstitch their wrists,
shoot to score, you're bound to miss.
Mothers hooked on diet pills,
the only way to pay the bills.
American girls all look bored,
tie the noose and pull the cord.
Now come on all lets make a list
of how to be an anarchist,
and lets get out of control
but first I gotta sign my dole.
And whats that word that makes us punk
is it different or is it drunk?
And now we think we've seen the light
make a leaflet and join the fight.

At night I'll dream a dream of dreams
and in the morning untie the seams.

shave your head to define your class,
squat a house and join the mass.
A new systems come to pass,
feel that boot right up your ass.