Poetry Archive 2 (some naughty language contained herein)

[Elven Doritos]

It was the end of time when cosmic light had dwindled
   the rolling stink of Normandy left lingering in our
   noses & having sold ourselves to history
   found life in eight stages of denial,

Once upon the divine path and an open palm spurning the satellites that prompted our eternal love,

Twins of modernity the pride of governments clenching bullets in teeth with the machismo &    machinations of a masked man-servant  coupled with  the black blood of a nation's commerce,

Tripled over in the banks of the Illinois when they
   stood & were baptized knowing
   salvation for the last and only time,

Four in the morning on the yesterday of our dreams
   when crossed by stars and mystical wisdom
   a generation of brain-dead sycophants
   had become enlightened,

Five roses and  a chrysanthemum
   in digital Pontius Pilate's hands burned
   so  that the cries of all our children
   could  be absolved by the hangman &
   a round of beers,

Six-shooter minds eternally seeking
   Platonic truth were mobilized
   in synchronicity in the
    moaning of organic mingling
   & the sliding pelvic rhythm
   of primal completion,

Seventh Day Adventists saw the  junkies
   littered on the morning floor with
   open faces burnt fingertips cracked
   lips bloody refrigerators piano wire
   dreams & pipes of war knowing they
   were the hopeless midnight of
   an unproductive day,

Octagonal hours had passed in
   their hourglasses as
   they cracked beneath
   the pressure of the
   interrogative when the
   missives of  the chimera
   became the mantra of their
   weeping mothers,

All at once the sum of human history had released its brief and brilliant flash into the void, a photograph    of lost potential and a warning to the men of distant stars

[Elven Doritos]

prologue:
She arched her back to Jerusalem
and I could see her in shackles for trying
to own words

Let's take her own words
   for her own take
We are taken in other words
   towards (to-words)
   two words: Get Home

Revising the Proletariat
Who could stand before the
   tumult drinking suicide?
A vixen, a dreamcatcher, all of that
   Isn't the autumn blooming nicely?
Her eyes are Aztec tombs
   and she will curse your
abdomen to pieces

1: Peace of Westphalia
    and i remember walking into
gethsemane and shouting, simon peter
where rests thy soul?

these pauline hacks, i need biographers
we smoked too much peyote and when
the chief drove down in his run down
ford pickdown i shattered the window
of my spirit

and i cried out havoc!
let slip my gods of war
but the martian fields were
empty devoid of triumph so
caesar took me in his boat
we sailed to britian with
the mayflower on my back

2: Meditation on Mt. Baldy
Hear the open mind of the vast valleys?
It is Leonard with his broken angel
Gabriel weeps at this agnostic Jew
when the native vestments burn on the altar

I find Leonard and he is (free?)
You robbed him! You, the bastard
in orange! You, the drunken
warlord! You, who sat in the
nosebleeds with your tepid applause
and the ghost of your
morals haunting you from
adolescence (why, when I tried
to find you then, did you
cower and hide?)

3: Razor beats wager
Yesterday, the City of Apollo fell to
ruin. Spartans curdled their milk while
Athens wondered what to do-
drinking as always. (Norman Mailer combed his hair
and I wondered- why did it
take so long to
burn the ancient
temple?)

dedicated to Damascus

epilogue:
I am the sorest cocksucker in all of
Christendom and you ought not
ponder the implications of my
return- a beggar with two
children is more threatening
when backed into apocalypse

Say what you will but
at least the dynamo
has burst cyclonically

[Elven Doritos]

application: seeking to be your mandarin
call me interrex, for you are between kings

I met the ousted general. You smiled and dressed up as Evel Knievel.
He appluaded, but you weren't the queen, you were his jester.
Can't you see that?

Processing your counterclaim.
You are correct, I do not
have authorization to write
such things. Consider "n't"
and final clause [redacted].

sincerely apologize for mistake

Forensics indicate that you are indecisive
vindictive
insensitive
unwelcome
hateful

so why am I incapable of discarding your memory
and why am I compelled to cross
the Rubicon and regain
my honor?

[Elven Doritos]

As  she gazes out across the field
   where the old man had worked
      away his life

she smiles
   like a sphinx

As  she breaks the ice cubes from a tray
   and drops them in her glass
      without thinking

she smiles
   like a sphinx

As she holds the family Bible
   and drags a ball-point pen
      across its back page

she smiles
   like a sphinx

[Elven Doritos]

Heat bursting on my evening crucifix
   The soldiers dug a hole
as the storm beat against them

And the rain called out:
   What was once empty
   I have filled.

[Elven Doritos]

Summer's brazen hammer breaks
   along her golden back
as she leans against me,
   her fingertips tracing
an outline on her skirt

I bow my head
   and pray

[Elven Doritos]

The green crescent
   that snakes its way
   across the river

   burns itself into her
   eyes, for she cannot
   break her trance

   As her shadow whips
   and flails in tandem
   across the marble floor

   she cannot help but
   grasp the altar with
   her mortal hand