May 20, 2017

BlackBlackGold - Live at Gegen 2017

(love.loVE.LOVE.)
loneliness has a pulse
walls taste of aqua
the damp mistaken words
stick to my tongue
snails disturbances lime
summer darkens
while wild antennae whirr
against blades of grass
horizons shift under our heels
theirs is the hestitation
the broken hours straight ahead
death is a long letter
an uneasy hot dare to become
nothing remains at the margin
myself close, i'm searching

May 8, 2017

The last time silence glistened
Nothing was still
Iron fish tangled in her hair
Matching tendrils slithering over her tongue
Summer flew low
My eyes crawled over the house walls
Green razors executing this
Dialect of sun and earth
Raindrop-dry
My roots dead
She is a stream across the half-mortal
A stubborn struggle
Gone further away from any possible light
Thoughts in open ripples
Quite close to the abandoned wakefulness
I knew a world ago
Eager pictures moving under my eyelids
Now, and in vain

May 1, 2017

Sand starts at one thousand
Wide spells brushing
The flock of clouds above us
A spirit dream pulses
Through its diaphanous frontiers
Renewal is no secret migration
Its rumbly rhythm harpooned
Sharp at the back
Where the evening route prevails
And the murmur of underwater light
Collapses all of our desired presence
Into thin and listless abyss

April 18, 2017

The strides of you
Open forward
A myth of
Bronze against
Olive waves
I kneel before you
I chose your time
Your history
Your road
And your dead
You whisper
That I am late
But I seal my truth
At your name
Dusk at a distance
A war at ease
The temple is not
In ruins
As you wake
To conquer
Whatever spite
Thickens at your glory
Tired of my skull
A livid whistle in the open
Scarlet fungus
Blazing through the game
Are you afraid of opening up
Fetid ink of the old heart
Or is just arctic meat
Bleeding into some cobalt rush
Find me
In the land above you
Misted phlox across your chest
Press me down against
Your mercy
Keep me away from gods
The xanthic sulphur of shame
Quicken my thighs and signals
Thrust me forward
The secret spasm of things

March 27, 2017

Echoing past the strongest
I'm no devotee of virtue
Nor nurture or need
Wallop sharp at the split
Tiger strides across exile
The half-adorned landscape
Trails along in silence
Beasts are the only
Companions of the extinct
Foreign to the creamy jolts
Of waves and knees
And other soft conversations
Grain is the face of everywhere
One hundred shadows narrow
Into no-man's darkness
I am picking up, closing in
Rage of the absolute and real

March 26, 2017

I look up into February's mouth
This is not an answer
The war at the foundations
Says not to touch me
Every hour the weight of my tongue
Shifts sluggishly over to another language
Printing presses and visions
Crawling through the transmuted divine
I float like an island and crash at the stars
Dependent on such battlefields
Compromises with the pale fragments
That turn proverbs into scars

March 25, 2017

Sweet lash
Pop expression
Sherbert belle
Said pleasure was body
Desire sparkling
Loose over love
Ebb of delight 
Now smooth and dauntless
Golden home
Heaven all over

March 24, 2017

The archive could be wrong
Sphinx electricity
Folded up into a zigzag
Of voiceless roots
Beneath the thin ways
Lie the absentminded faces
Of those abandoned
Enclosed cocoons to see us
Through the brooding light
Our presence dim
Wings steady and slow 
Toward the burials 
that remain unaged