Partisan You


The moss spreads o'er our land

Laid to rest in shade by the blinding hand

Colors change, luster sustains

When mold is torn, a new crescendo's born


Sirens cry out mournful drones

For what our loops have sewn

Relying on time to complete repairs

There's twig scaffolding for porcelain stairs


Reaching for petals of merlot

Fingers climb up her barbed rope

Painfully true, partisan you


Sugar on their tongues

Fluid pools in their lungs

Sweat it out, why lick it up?

Our own connection's a confection unspun

Fear of White Walls


Clear endings purge

Beginnings emerge

Buried gems ring bells below

Embodied canvas aglow


Trailing conscious delay

The smell of decay

Predator salivates

Must enslave the prey


Foggy shield in his scope starts wielding its blur

Darkness creeping in a'drape, a figure takes shape

Clarity falls short

Fear found its mort, which had failed to abort


Cryptic it remains, unknown, awaiting impulse

Eating up the breadcrumb trail of my unexplored tale

White walls have paved its allure and charm

The steadiness speaks no harm


Prying happy smiles with clean, fresh sterile style

Apathy ahead for miles, and more to compile

In this dry time, darkness will prevail

The crop you tend will surely fail


Over smoldering musk scents, sandalwood ferments

Whistles pitching high initiate tree roots' slide

Hypnotic pulses on animal skins

Present the smudge stick to its grin


Forced in a tight cell

Where thoughts mean to dwell, they swell

Will man cry when his wings are torn off dry?


Pregnant tongues howl

Adolescent eyes growl

Feed with exotic rinds

To birth the silver kind

Upon the Clearing


Old gaping-gob, head ticks

Imploring seekers impound, surround

The stomach stirs when tainted tails erupt, blow up

Discharging such facetious... oh, mediations


Amongst these raging tides, upon the clearing

Natives summon a celebration

Keeping the embers lit

Keeping the peace afloat

Pull them to our bosom

For a creation of elation


Reaching for a distant shore, sea of clover

The closer to lust, the more he rusts

Dangling, frayed, and too late to delay

They pray and they prey

For robust and bold dismay


Surrender to the setting sun

As the dancing shell is hoisted up

Bones pierce the bark, in spite of our frothing fellows


Marry thine body with its bright crystal beads

Birthed upon their bronze provider

Shedding, they cascade down

To the parched domain of our departed ancestors


Heavy breaths, and a fatal swoon

Beneath the open hides, it gradually splits open wide


It leans with a faint, quarreled form

And red berries are ripped from their polluted tree,

While the holes are covered with a brand new plea


A healthy branch looms amongst the congregation

Sucking thumb, and looking into the sun

Sensing the mosaic disarray

While harvesting the short-lived praise

They soon will have to face

The Fourth Wall


The air is plagued with sin

Trembling within genetic lockdown

But absorption occurs

Blood boils behind regard

Letting weakness seep through the lard


Wander away to the hermit's hub

A kink in their hose is a “chemical flub”

But slip those depleted remains from shackled refrain


Infatuation with a blooming collage

This idol of faith may be a distant mirage

Away from realist sustenance

Which repels thine brother's grasp


A vivid moment of lavish resort

Enlightens with primal intensity

Memory is conserved

Through one's own will to preserve



His halo has lifted, it drifted away

And the people who choose black or white, he paints grey

Knowledge and skills are his currency

Their predictability a handshake


Their pillars, once ripe, are brought down in one swipe

To make the land our church, and forgiveness - unheard

A shrine rebuilt for all seeking sure defeat

The ones who dare to dance, limber and discreet


Plucked from his tree, pulled off of his track

Placed in captivity with walls thick of glass

Displayed as a menace, an infectious seed about

Warning those who question convention and its clout


Collapsing on a thinly stiffened cot

And fighting the stench from a porcelain pot

A carving knife lies beside fruits that rot

A clever plot, but his spite's all he's got


His room sits amongst the union square

An invitation for all to come and stare

Disciples of tradition, they gather in his despair

The chairmen of conviction applaud for their snare


His roots retire

Under this enemy choir

Whittled and weak with desire

Entwined in a patient pyre

A Sterile Draft


A silk cocoon has cradled its womb

A sterile draft has awaited my craft


Beasts align when the time is mine

Forcep hands bring inverted dance


We relay thoughts of our inner-sense lost

Casting beams feature naked sleeves


Wrenched into disfigurement

We summon up new measurement


Limelight dribble under lunar light

Conductive drivel under hyper's sight


The juice of fertility

The jewels of hostility

Bundle's Bolero


Forming prophecies from all the smoke that's been released

Finally finding fortunes in the drunk, sunken tea leaves

Caught between the fields of green and seductive serpentines


A diluted resolution

Flails his arms for that fake farm

Hugging its feet for the blessed retreat


Pounding form into the dirt over rotting finds

Infertile and bitter with no means of taking flight

Soaking into the flytrap that robotic apes contract


Through ebb and flow, with a coarse touch

Remove our inherent crutch

Prod the laughing foe to confront their chateau


Solitary ventures have fallen short in their packs

Blood of infectious broods leak into the source of facts

Lactations contaminated in the hostess' breasts


Cast them into the coiling flux

Forge your spatial communion

And sit in the garden I've eaten, in peace

Persona Non Grata


Trudging muscles ache in heavy snow

Body damp with freezing sweat in bitter cold

Nightly wind cuts dry, brittle skin

Stomach empty from a fruitless hunt


Meadow below, distant lights show

A tiny village nests beneath mountain shields

So, I draw near the bustle of sounds rising

From the tired evening silence

Their hands held out to me

With warmth, they take me in


They clothe me in wool,

While leading me to a crafted stool

In front of cakes and ales

Encircling laughs and dancing

With no regard for daily chores

But my glass is kept full


Dawn beams unto thine face

But there's no change of pace

An absence of wear in their chase -

It seems a trifle odd

Yet I want to learn how this beauty is preserved

No pain, but how can such things reign?

They say I should refrain


My thoughts are warned through persistence

For to ponder is to wander away from paradise

I insist on my help, and the peace breaks

Fires are set ablaze

Hypnotic movements form a haze


Their actions turn aggressive and their words all become brash

Their bright eyes become pitted and their smiles turn to snarls

I fear the intent with their gaze aimed at me

To become? Or to be chastised?

I'll be on my merry way!