I can keep wandering,
In solitude's infinite gardens
though they may be mirages all
I can stop for a while
And say this thin scab of words
This veil of welling laughter within
my paradise
As we try
In our futile writhings
for our selves
While the morning weeps dawn
Fluttering broken peals of laughter
across infinite skies....
-N, Oct '09

A grey morn
Ascends
In the dim twilight
I see
Shit-stained
Glass breaking
Shimmering petals
Wonderwalling
In the caterwaul darkness
Capricious minstrels
Play by the gazebo
An open-tented circus
Of Playwrights and pious pederasts
Hah! What wealth of fear
Do you harvest?
What depth of desire do you dig?
(Deeper until the flesh peels off you)
The banns are up, fitful fools!
The day is near
Flaring up from oblivion
When only the now is present...
Wrest the fullness of the moment
from weeping praetors
And diamond-eyed bankers
Shake free the broken rattles
from your hair!
And what is left?
A stillness
of silenced eyes
A silence of severed throats
A perseverance of ash-filled mouths
pleading, bleeding
For another shake, another nod
From the ethereal, evanescent
Spirit of the woods....
-N, Sep '09

 

This life of stupidity and cupidity
what are we looking for?
Is the destination clear?
Why such turmoil?
Why the exercise of will, to push into the high country
[You cunt!! calls the mad hatter]
of the mind?
Clear the clutter,
Settler of the mind.
WHEN THERE IS NO MIND!!
Hahaha!
Why do we hold such fallacies to be true?
Where is that calm oasis?
In us, you led us to believe?
But we are vast!
In the desert, we are helpless...
Vulnerable to the etching winds
Arches of solitude,
Shadows of loneliness
Ripples of delight!
In this juggernaut
Where everything turns to naught
Why do the darkling monsters creep so?
The piper's lost his flute
At the creeping creek's source
When there is no final judgment
Why do you sit on your throne?
With your thorny crown of assumptions?
(Does Thor's hammer hurt?)
Peeping Tom's all!
Stop the whirlpool in your heart!
Peripatetic soldiers,
Wounded in the war of the soul
Can you light your cigarettes from benumbed broken fingers?
Or the fire of your intellect?
Let the lit embers BURN!
All thoughts that hold sway
All desires that lead astray
Caricatures of tragedy!
You, whelps, vixens, trojan horses!
Purify yourself in the noxious fumes of yourself
Inhale the pain that is you!
Hahahaha!
Laugh away the madness that is creeping into your soul
Wash away the dirt that is embedded in your veins
The clown is the saddest in the crowd
The drowned are the most alive in the sea!
Spirits wander
In energetic circles
Smile, with your crown of mosquitoes
Until they get hungry...
What then, beautiful whore?
What then, ugly maiden?
Is your pleasure my pain?
Aren't they one and the same?
Why do you tease me so,
with glimpses of crystalline lakes?
When the water freeze my soul?
Is this bed of lies and rattlesnakes
The only one I have made?
Or does nothing exist, in nothingness?
Who am I, to ask?
Absolve me,
Let me enter your kingdom
(or is it your do-o-m, queen?)