HeartArtMatters

Plastic artifact reminds me of her. Flesh and blood, she melts her own icon.

My Goddess, I worship our craft, married in the Nth dimension.

Our candles illuminate each hemisphere, synced red & blue, purple state.

Pulp of war profits in arms, fisticuffs gerrymandered and rigged against us.

We remember asunder, yet constellate in ways we cannot disconnect.

Put us back together, again forever, to care for the always already poor.

Rich boats raise all waters. Overboard, she fends for herself against all odds.

Statuesque pin-up, femme ichthyologist of garb, gaggle cum sushi swim mate.

Corners enshrine our meditation department network, transcendent yet in touch.

Taste felt on tongue brings us closer together to see and hear what’s happening now.

Hearts over matter, heads roll, eyes forward; brains make the most of a sticky situation.

Sounds blend synethesiastically, our opposite angels harmonize to build twin passages.

Wend our raft downriver, stroke unbound tandem wrists and ankles from spawn upstream.

Our cocoon igloo ensconces like alien cavewomen thaw out their men, then mate on the spot.

Through the delta, Venus beckons, her molten artifice pools our hull. To be baled out by Lucifer?

Triple G Intersection

I took a stroll down my childhood lane

These neural pathways took me back

Multilingual versions of the narrative

Warned me of imminent attack

I made it work for me my people

Bedeviled on behalf of all my greater good

I took my time in stride with sidewalks cracked

And broke my swag along a scattered beach

Came down with that viral capacity to fluctuate

According to what gut feeling feeds heart pumping

Where we intersect that jazz bebopper inhabiting art

Draw outside the lines come together in stark contrast

To the words we negotiate with each other in exchange

For favors better left unsaid yet enacted cross-purpose

To our intended lizard goal to wrap our prey entangled

Tongued in the mail entreated globally galactic guardian

I’d simply settle inside ambitious repose armed by you

Draped across our gossamer webs wet commingled faces

My Arms

If I could fix the world,

Setting straight the crooked man’s twisted words with my iron crow,

I’d wrap my brain around what’s wrong, run him out of town on a rail,

Make it safe for women and children first again,

While he hangs together with his corkscrewed cronies or separately,

A lone gunman, fulfilling his own prophecy, his days numbered,

And I belly up to the bar to hoist a few and toast his good riddance.

Why would I tell you my anger and grief, love, knowing it will only raise red flags?

Worrying for my sound mind and body stooped to his level,

Your chemistry simultaneously repelled and attracted to our strange elixir,

The cure worse than the disease, my fists clenched, bruised haymakers

Flailing to defend the ghost in you, a wispy cloud of smoke my arms can’t wrap around.

You should see the other guy, never walking away from a fight, never talking out of school

About the last man standing, railing at raindrops, my reach outstretched beyond grasp,

Out of insight, out of my element, out of my head, out of words,

Left with only futile grunts, moans, and sighs, drained of charm,

My primal gut gnawing at this empty longing, disarmed by your absent embrace,

My zombie arms search the streets howling for their runaway bride.

Caress

Perish the thought that coats

Our tongues with hard harsh words
Inchoate reaching beyond grasp
Scantly strum our plush stairs
Scaling arpeggios
To soft crescendo as hands clasp
Gently brush angel hairs
Like magnet and shavings
Draw forged iron from gorgeous shrouds
Cherish the touch that floats
Like snowflakes whispering
In hushed descent from secret clouds

I will hold you in my mind
I will hold you in my arms
I will hold you in my time
You will hold me with your charms
I will take care of your memory
You will take care of my heart
I will keep you in my thoughts
Whether together or apart

Saintly calm amid storms
Whose roil-released crystals
On sprinkled tongues and cheeks alight
Enlace the fringe that frilled
Our sheer contours' luster
Emerging from dark thunder bright
Embrace the mists that build
Like cotton enfolding
Cumulative nimble and fond
Faintly kiss dermal forms
Like ghost lovers made flesh
Coaxed tumescent from far beyond

I will hold you in my mind
I will hold you in my arms
I will hold you in my time
You will hold me with your charms
I will take care of your memory
You will take care of my heart
I will keep you in my thoughts
Whether together or apart

Split

Hermaphroditically sealed in androgynous Mason jars

Like post-Depression grandmothers' hoards dust-caked in cellars
My dank longing musters cloying cloisters of stars
Once reached for now engulfed in microcosmic wars

Babies' bathwater thrown out spiteful nose cut like trees without forest
I see nothing know nothing but impulsive minutia's electron switch test
Nervously twitching on/off for infantile attention each button pressed
Dropping bombs that hurt you abort me a sin confessed

Deciduous definition bears repeating locked in staged fright born to hit marks
Lived to tell the tale in rehearsal the wings the limelight like flying sparks
Name dropped at birth as chubby Marilyn butch Kate sisters Marx
Until quaint family stories run dry characters complete their arcs

Who betrayed whom as snakes slough skin onions peel and redwood rings congeal
Layered like words' meaning but speaking louder action than how we really feel
Getting to Grand Central Station from Broadway dressed up on cold steel
Apocalyptically over the top chewing scenarios spitting out what we reveal

We wear our feelings like royal jewelry the right of queens to always express
From our lips to our ears no other divinity so sweet between frosted excess
Ranting Santa's naughty list diathetic diatribes spill without finesse
Until our paths untaken diverge diasporally leaving tingling snow prints of our caress

The Mirror of Her Desire

What right did I have to reach into her dimension,
Take and kiss her hand—pull it halfway through
Then let it fall limp between the panes?

By rights, she beckoned me from the end of a hall of mirrors called memory
The shards of which I tried to replace as best I could
After many shatterings.

Still, my world being real, my responsibility for circumstance held sway
Versus her whole ephemeral portmanteau called jealous rage
I nearly tripped over where it lay, backing out of that dark tunnel.

Looking back I only know the love I felt like rain on empty drums called desire.

When her mate and mine…mate, we can then work to make the pieces fit
From what remains, and I imagine happiness
Will reign in one world or another.

Bog

Sprinkled trunk glints splayed
Stump sideways across tire tracks
Roots reach random drops

Shade hangs on toadstool
Cap browns in rich sunless peat
Sprouting from darkness

Bright shafts strike dusk ground
Carry dust back to cloud ports
Mineral rain storms

Splattered seeds seek light
Stem blades pierce through clod crumbed earth
Dry burst pod shells shed

Flowers from mushrooms
Gold turned gray dandelions
Spread fleeing to blue