This Path without Vision
All is clear, enlightenment near
save for the cry in the woods
To the Black Forest echo screams
of wounded wind-tied stallions

Coarse drills of supper to tide
over meals of crawling ends
Suckles no infant, no night
... mere blades of immature grass

Bottleneck dew, Scorpion heights
tease marigold, blossoms fruit
Aye seek timber, and fallen bosom
Mocking bird sounds betray
... stagnant air whistling silence

... manifold betrayal - I seek the Light!
The Horse kicks sand in my face
Laughing, the Crow swallows Fate
Eye of Horus command thee!

Tense, I breathe
waking ... still too shallow
Spliced in back with bow
and arrow sipping poisoned barbs
Claws scratch my back–
a beast is free
Ho for the Cup of the Womb!
I splinter and rain fossilised
memories of incarnations past
Spoiled sweat toils metazoic father
crystal clear light erased in my bones

The shriek!  I cannot catch the whisper
Decibals surround contemplation
Forbidden dial of prescience
Alligator spasms honey dew maids
Cast twixt my feet
Bending to tie my fortune
Bliss is the price of the Wait
For twenty men cannot summon
... the strength to stand still

"I" echoes the Night
Thoughts parade, cerenade, entice
Young virgins pluck flowers
Murderesses, enchantress, Narcissus
wander, waste, glow in the chamber
Reality split, cannot master the axe

Time-tunnel shifts: I awake
Lying in bed, stunted in blood
shaking off cold suppression,
curdling forgotten dreams

I am so far gone

Twinkle eyes sally my favor
But wait!–she is effervescent
Smell her pine-stenched cavern
Bear her hibernating delights!
for a season and a man
can not contain my coition 
with everything under the Sun

I am Union
I am abominating
desolate mysteries unearthed

Feel, flicker, fancy my breach
Trusting wind and wood, I leap
Vine carries me, tree to tree
Fleeced neanderthal hurries home
to steal away small pleasures
I am too far gone for this plasm
Decidedly dedicated to fungus
Growth spurs me on high -
a mixed bag of boobery
To meet the Insanity head-on
Suffering tempests on no land
Water vices vacillate my hand
drops jaw guilty smotherer
of babes first dew-fall
Smelt like a fire-breathing furnace
...and men call the first the last!

Trickle sexes cat god tales

Gibberish!

Poe–puns, on the runs
Sweltering, melting - do I communicate?
That Rose is beyond analysis
My Fist a mighty Benedictor
Starving winds with primitive tools
Lion-sperm leaps - up to gesture!
Slave to merriment, I forget
my Camel is thirsty

"Feed him!" Queen cries
Death bleeds her breasts
howling like spotted man-o-wars
Wrapped tails ice her pungent brow
of crackled motion-stewards

...and the Silence screams,
"What have you done with the Ox?"
...and the Horse cries,
"On and on and on"–the motion is madness!

Stop for breath!
Scream for life!
Ah, nothing to save, nothing

...I await a bout of seriousness