Forlorn Reverie

Five Candles

The face that I had loved so well
lost in Nod's misty rivers
as I looked long by the railing
so utterly lost
in her

bowed serenely in larkish prayer.
The changeling was unaware
slipping through time's filmy chaplet
wreathed by fireflies and melody
she fell

into inevitable chrysalis.
Babyhood flickered
in that last exhale
Furled smoke emerged
ocean-eyed
flutterby.

I wept to wet her wings.

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Through hallowed halls
the girl's notebooks
crushed to her
chest in treasure,
that which harbors
all who dream
leaks lost sorrow
on polished floors
as children slip
in their wake
and still they
try not to
see her always
daring to touch
never grasping 
a thing. 

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Rattling poison
the polished apostle
wrings honeycomb to
coat beggars in
first class rags.
Wrapping adulation over
played lies this
sycophant of sotted
temples offers smokey
mantras to crimson
altars in the
leggy synogogue.
Upturned palms tremble
cupped for alms he
tosses fool's gold
bearing Caesar's visage.

Idolizing Delilah
even as mascara seeps
from blind apologies
she tipples to
steel graceless hands
execrating alibis.
Scriptural sex slides
earthward, at the
belly of the pole she
smells Gehenna burning.
Images of neon
gods flash naked
complicated pornography
spewing baptism they
coax them arm in arm
to cruise cold Babylon.

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How could I let myself be loosed
delirious with rumors of stars
I fly the soft night aching
invoking her cool flood
this sister of the ebon ocean
holding all there is.

Allowing the thin cries of gulls
to disturb the universe
day's genesis steals in
thieving obscurity
bleeding rays across eyes
that do not sleep.

~ H

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    Song of The Hollow House

Shadow dreams and hollow houses
lay hushed in dusk, perfumed
Blackberry vines choke the porches
with lightless quietude
Resigned, in strangled surrender
the bramble holds me too

The bramble holds me too.

White milky breast has turned to dust
the suckling lips, gone pale
bleat a quivering lullaby
The barren cradle wails
Wrapped in wraithweb, the rocking chair
I cannot breech the veil

I cannot breech the veil.

Tired willows bow in sorrowsong
the path is overgrown
Ghostprints lost, grow indifferent moss
to suffocate the stone
Wild briars bridle ages cold
the ivy wraps my bones

The ivy wraps my bones.

Beetles heavy with bitter board
stand sentinel, until
bequeathed to worms, the ghosts are left
to linger on the hill
Withered hymn of hollow houses
soulsick lyric, be still

Be still
Be still
Be still.

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Inhale
exhale
mocking time
smelling roses
that I despise
I watch the clock
and count the sighs

breathing death
I could not die

the sun is cold
and dreams unkind
bring signs and dread
I can't deny
I squint to see
through tainted eyes

seeing death
I could not die

I eat fresh graves
to sympathize
and choke on words
without goodbye
spit out the tears
they leave behind

tasting death
I could not die

I sleep black sleep
to tranquilize
pound my fists
and try to cry
your platitudes
they stick like knives

when I am dead
and cannot die

~ H

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