Monday, May 2, 2011
note to all
from blogger (mainly due to time constraints)
please do not get offended
if i don't reply to comments
as promptly as i normally do.
back in a few days, i think, i hope
be well.
Monday, April 25, 2011
my aria

my aria
let me be antiphon
for our song
you, diapason
writhe
but clear and strong
our intricate melody
interwoven
in polyglot form
i will be heartbeat
in rhythm and concord
my prima donna
each coda
our promise to return
with every movement
a story
to unfurl
remember
even though
release
at the end
is curtain
to our embrace
it is never sayonara
but parole
for à bientôt
till our next
dress rehearsal.
Friday, April 22, 2011
unravelment
it's the absence
my ghost
which binds us
now
an almost nudge
telegraphs
through silence
a splice
takes hold
untangles
overnight
ether-born
a guidance
our light
our song
of grafts & flower
of fruit
infused with spice
of how once
we were lost
my love
in plain sight.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
my breath

my breath
this is not about love
nor how a soul
finds solace
sometimes
in incidental burrows
it stumbles upon
why "fits like a glove"
cliche or not
has much prevalence
in realms
of idolatrous metaphor
nor why
alone
although so brief
is such firm companion
of longing
& angst
oh no
this is simply
about why
on the spur of a moment
a smile grows & glows
inexplicable
when intentional gazes interlock
yes
it's all about
impermanence
my cloud.
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
how does spring

how does spring
end, my dove
does it blend
and bleed into summer-
love or will it
run along another bend
which leads to station
of abandoned town
with sun-bleached signs
of forgotten name
and porters
who are but ghosts
of former selves
its dusty platform
with boarded-up halls
strewn with tumbleweed
blown-in by Chance
discarded there
as though runaway
or progeny of refugees
as i?
Sunday, April 17, 2011
once upon a time

once upon a time
i feared
i'd forget who you were
for i knew time
had designs to rob
fidelity
from memory
recall of exactness
of tone of voice
the subtle hues & shades
surrounding irises
i so adored
the precise station
of dimples
on your face
which came alive
under a smile
even if so scanty
besides
you always had
a penchant for hiding
behind veils
and glass
which made close regard
that much
more of a needle
my love
for that
i've carried your laughter
voice in a box
on constant playback
emblazoned your likeness
onto my retinas
eyes
your fire brands
wide with glee
and lowered glance
if embarrassed
ever so slightly
and for safe measure
i engraved your name
onto my arms
but to be blunt
none of these acts
have sufficed
to thwart ravages
of illusory
lifespan apart
my ghostly imp
its high jinks have had
the upper hand
i'm scared
you are fading
in me.
Thursday, April 14, 2011
let certainties turn

let certainties turn
murky today:
walls, defuse
ambiguous
while roof tiles fray
to thatched
cinders shift clear—
almost translucent
sharp memories
& thought
blur, i say
nudge, you are swapped
for push
grip, become brush
& yank a gentle tug
and touch!
now, ask of me
what you require
my love
for order
as genial appeal
on a single day or more
is not much of a task.
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
i remember

i remember
you said
i am
the one
who loves
you
you
& no one
but
then
proceeded to
draw
rare
strands
of pearl
through your
puckered
mouth
the first four
a striking
rose
tightly strung
on a wire
then one
pale ceil
which was
oblong
diffuse
as the early
sky
another four
followed
and on
until
at last
a glass
fish hook
along
with
urgent
desire
to trammel.
Monday, April 11, 2011
my delicate

my delicate
sunset:
harbinger
of lacuna
& uproar
utterly intertwined
you are
my most dangerous
hour
thankfully
always retired
by dawn
fire
bound
by day-
glow
equal
part
salvation
as torture.
Sunday, April 10, 2011
jasmine

jasmine
did not bloom
last spring
in the fall
trees shed leaves
while still
green
but that was
par for the course
given the foulness
of decisions
delayed
elongating
distance from
heart to soul
to the point
of a single snap
as though mono-
filament
whose gauge was
ill chosen
for a task
and awesome caliber
of game
now, my love
it's almost blackberry
winter here
once again
you are still
nowhere
& i, a kite
whose lines are
knots
with you
my Gordian
tangle.
Saturday, April 9, 2011
my starlight

for ash
my starlight
you
prize
being
intent
as rainbow
by night-
glow?
you know
you vowed
the moment
you formed
i would bend
and bow
from windfall
to zenith
spiraling around
your arc
grateful
i found
no cause
to stray
from my charge
although
your cadence
was syncopated
your fidelity--
welcome
& pure
light
i was prism
to the slant
of your rays
you:
steadfast beacon
in mist
& rain.
Friday, April 8, 2011
i know very little

i know very little
English, you said
and proceeded
to recite:
I took her hand
in mine,
and we went out
of the ruined place;
and, as the morning mists
had risen long ago
when I first left the forge,
so the evening mists
were rising now,
and in all
the broad expanse
of tranquil light
they showed to me,
I saw no shadow
of another parting
from her
then added:
but i am filled
with Great Expectations
and perceptibly
faded
for good.
Sunday, April 3, 2011
my windsong

my windsong;
you are nothing
but my obsession
to transcribe
language
of the heart
into phantomness
of breath;
cacophony
of echo
and memory
forever
intertwined.
Saturday, April 2, 2011
braids are what provide

braids are what provide
the allure, "and refuge"
is what you tell yourself
with arms over my shoulders
around my neck, you nuzzle close
and in wispy voice, whisper:
"i'm certain you will never
forget me, for my lips
are brands which outline
my name"
my beacon, by now i have
memorized every ruffle
of your likeness. besides
for astrals the universe
is archive
not one kiss has ever gone amiss
in the contours of their space
& i am confident, we are ...
Friday, April 1, 2011
we carry aspects

we carry aspects
of semblance
you and i
beyond brittle armor
& frailty of heart?
almondine eyes
for instance
our handle
today, i am echo
but you've always known
my name
yes, my peppermint cloud
you are in every breath i take
now, imagine love
as i have for eons
shudder and flail
as pennant in its windstorm?
i swear, my timeless shroud
its downpour is imminent
as foreseen ...
Wednesday, March 30, 2011
some eventualities simply exist

some eventualities simply exist
and nothing is completely original
nor in a way singular
but for the shape of impulse
as expressed at the extremes
equidistant from cutting-edge frontier
to fleeting serenity at fulcrum
where evanescent peace scarcely persists
"i am more real than any nepenthe dream"
my divine sentinel, order there is ephemeral—
as tranquil as it is in the eye
of swirling uproar.
Saturday, March 26, 2011
then, Charity

for Dannie
then, Charity
unexpectedly vanished
corralled it seems
by one of many sunless deities
sporting broad, irresistible smiles
in the ensuing clamor
for incidental engagement
amidst the hovering throng
a courtship of waxing moon
& waning star
we each stumble
toward infernal fissures
bluff & precipice
home to unknowns
scores of faceless
transient demigods
two souls careening
toward the other's
nameless abyss
my love
this is when some angels are born
when others are destined to fall
victim
to earthly desire
for succor & rapture
as touchstone
my fleeting shooting star
although brutally detached
at least for now
i am certain
you are home.
Thursday, March 24, 2011
shrapnel
like
when that irresistibly
delicate
glass ornament
laden with memories
of the bygone
fell off its precarious
perch
unexpectedly
& with a sudden pop
cracked
hopelessly
shattering
a million
little mirrors
were born that night
scattering
years hence
some still jab soles
& toes
making bare skin
bleed
like dark metallic shadow
of dramatic makeup.
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
i am fury

i am fury
incarnate
a fortnight
is eternity
when i'm aroused
or provoked
i am present
i'll parade
swirling
for as long as
i've chosen
i scour
élan
& sanctum
alike
gallivant
with chumps
whose bravado
i cozen
they will embrace me
and i shall feign
love for them
drain every droplet
of life
from their
spine
leave
their lips
crusted
hearts
pockmarked
how
souls are made
barren
as parched desert
dust
amber
and
rust
why sand
is skin toned
awash
with fragments
of shattered
bone
i have arrived
i'll depart
when i want
more.
Sunday, March 20, 2011
let us unfurl

let us unfurl
everything
wings
sails
hearts
& sentiments
this is
what storms are for
let us soar
darling
by defiance
is how
tempest
and turmoil
are tamed
historians
make note
of this
how else
is ache
for halcyon
imagined?
Friday, March 18, 2011
give little

give little
credence
to what i say.
my idiom
is cortege
of emotion today
my love
in essence
this road
with no turns
as impossible
as it appears
is what i covet
my fugitive
runaway
cureless
incline
my refuge
still
my carriage
forever elongates
to you
yes
always
downhill.
Thursday, March 17, 2011
my rose petal

my rose petal
are you lost once again
amid coffee trees and apricot
groves?
quivering in wind that emanates
from deep within phyletic forest
routinely pretending to be home?
it's come to this
in increments
by wantonly crafted spinnings
of make believe deities
rigged as sultans and kings
wordy beings
wielding documents
as armament
drunk for millennia
having shot
just one thimble
of our totemic brandy.
don't worry, my wild strawberry
starting today, attention
to every murmur paves your way—
figs and quinces and almonds
will sustain you along your
precarious journey.
my sweet vagabond
if you stay, as always
beware
crossroads
are treacherous places
for homes.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Babenagan Guiliguia - KOHAR With Stars of Armenia ... Պապենական Կիլիկիա
geography, what is it, really? space or distance or a place in the heart? ... and history: a chaotic spiral of time ... mother of poetry and music ... melody , rhythm and rhyme ... all universal ...
it's sublime ... enjoy ...
you can read more about Կիլիկիա or Cilicia, the place and time, here ...
without regard for garland

without regard for garland
nor bitterness for want
of requital
notwithstanding geography
as garrison nor harshness
of the bygone
simply be
that's all
love's never a barter, my diamond
it measures precious as gratis
reach in, my soul
take what's cardinal
return when & if
you're able
allure of fidelity
is timelessness, not gold
my treasure, evermore.
Sunday, March 13, 2011
2011.3.12
shall pass
but
for those
whose soul
was sliced
concaves
are labyrinth
hardly able
to replenish
nor mend
alone
to you i extend
that which i can:
outstretched arms
to swaddle
thought-cushion
for comfort
replete
with all manner
of sentiment
loving dentelle veil
& belief in satin
tomorrow
i call upon
peace
to land
over all.
lest i forget

lest i forget
you are your own
after all
i shadow
your soul
encircle mine
for there are times
when neither light
nor dark
silhouette our
form
tonight
for instance
it's not
a breakdown
of vision
nor lack of
insight
we are mere
vapor
more so
penchant
for evaporation
we've acquired
vertigo
as we spiral
we're adrift
my love
and
tethered
Thursday, March 10, 2011
absence

absence
is mostly distance
compounds
with time
manifest as to why
breezes
which themselves
fickle by design
on one hand
with callous ease
snuff-out flickers
that were
barely
relinquish
the feeble
to forgotten
yet
so readily
fan
embers
that festered
as long
from brooding red
to glorious
brilliance
kindle
to glowing
from near-dead
the unremitting
diffuse
& windblown
smoke chronicles
all
in private
& obscure dialect
singed fragrance
& winsome atmosphere
as alphabet.
Monday, March 7, 2011
imagine

imagine
the other one
where
you
and i
are one
and there
our life
interwoven
is not
unraveled
abruptly
as in this
one
less parallel
than stitched
with the same
brilliant
thread
identical
but infused
with much more
profound
élan
itself
imbued
with aversion
to heartache
& certain
misfortune
yes
imagine
this
imagine.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
first it is built

first it is built
then crossed
later on;
the cruel order
of passage
or departure
some burn
soon after
others
falter;
a rudimentary principle
for ones who must crawl
but so quaint
for the fit
who hover;
for those
who are able
to soar
a matter
of supple makeup
and winsome
atmosphere
whose pressing
recall
is not only probable
but likely
prescribed
unbearably
corporeal—
memento mori
subtly forgotten
in lieu of pardon
or other needful
ritual.
feign us
destiny
my love,
you've always
had this
power.
sleeplessness

sleeplessness
is sometimes
insomnia.
scope
is certainly
a bitch
when totem
is set to be
universal:
a matter
of interpretation
vulnerable
to go awry
based on
nuanced context.
you are
my only ...
blindness
of a sort
priced
too high
only
in retrospect.
tears are its currency;
fleeting
ghostly emblems
even after
the have faded.
whisper is more
permanent than scar.
darling ...
Thursday, March 3, 2011
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
our dated idioms

our dated idioms
for distance
are abandoned
leagues & clicks reeled-in
as rifts crumple
wooden metronome
contracts
heartbeat ailment
doggerel stanzas fashion selves—
Parnassians have disappeared
in a grand scheme
stretches
are rarely measured in meters
timing starlight is seen
more faithful
& accurate
as it is
dear
you are always here
when bursts arrive
reflected senses
are innocence—
remoteness
as blurry vision
only requiring corrective treatment
are pronounced
sentiment
for instance: proviso
its tenor—
fickle
& full of caprice
inducing lilting weakness
in skinny knees
is more congenial sounding
than say: redress
an obdurate tone—
both legalese of glacial
lexicon, yet distance and alone
are more cold.
Sunday, February 27, 2011
sunshine

sunshine
in the tourbillion
of your eyes
i saw the one
"beware my flawless gyre
my flights are more penchant
than cyclone spawned"
not so the habitual
whirlpool experience.
call it prophetic
if you will:
property of listless form's
deference to celestial weather
"we are all
drowning after all"
Saturday, February 26, 2011
first a subtle prickle

first a subtle prickle
needles through case
punctures armor
breaches mettle—
sheath
over silky smooth skin
strikes vital vessel
streaming qualm
darker than any
bewildering Stygian
twilight
doubt's trickle
transform to flow
oozing gel
later lichen
as banquet
for fast faltering faith
darling, this is how
waver spreads
Cimmerian
how argument is whittled
to fashion shadow-form
hair-trigger.
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
take the power

This was inspired by Irene's "mystery" which she posted at her site "lost in translation".
It's more of a companion than a response (and as usual, mine's a bit blathery compared to her compact style, which I like, very much).
I invite you to visit and read her wonderful works there. As always, please introduce yourselves if there for the first time, say hello and drop her a line.
take the power
of Nature, for one
tempests when formed
are thought
pregnant
seeded by pairing
of Prospect and Woe
before landfall
churn
selecting tenor—
a gathering
storm
some shatter trees
bearing pretty flowers
others favor to leave us
alone
dumping
salty torrents
upon others
swiftly
flooding lawns—
assault
on bed of roses
grown
alongside
stoic homes
is this
why
Time swirls
in our minds
festooning Dreams—
why we cannot tell
how
Love comes
or disappears?
if a key
to this cipher
were to be found
the ache of not knowing
would surely be
Truth
that flickering
would have to be
Her
collared
in median Doubt
quivering
all the while
Determined.
i think ...
Saturday, February 19, 2011
with manacle

with manacle
and halo
your brush pinks
my skin
you've been captive
long
my ghostly
tone
for ivory
stardust
incidentally taken
rebirth
is precisely
inevitable.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
it's perilous

it's perilous
[to see you again] curved
as yours had been
crushed
face-to-face
with ones flaunting
like [luscious] lashes
familiar antics
victim
to hypnotics
[of their ogling]
over the years
i've been mesmerized
by countless others
with similar
eyes
duplicitous
tricksters & impostors
invariably
all that they've been
is [damned]
lookalikes
retraced
our maps
drawn in their ambers
crystalline reminders
of that twilight
when you said:
darling
[remember
i will never, ever
be leaving]
my breeze
in retrospect
i've often wondered
if that had indeed
been
in truest love
[was it?]
that wistful promise
if it was meant
to cover
this here
and now [could it?]
holding-on
to my end
of this golden braid
i ask again
my world
do you feel the same
[tugging] still?
drape me in teal

drape me in teal
my love
i require it
today
otherwise indigo
or something
parallel
allow me to glow
sapphire
for you
for blue's
o so elemental
monotone—
my torment
soul sacrifice
a probable
award—
another way
to say
finale
cobalt
or not
my soul
take note:
i may soon favor
periwinkle
over you
then
i shall
wither
to heather
[o so sentimental
& fucking predictable].
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
midnight’s gone (Shell)
Dear friends.
I invite you to visit and read a wonderful companion to my "there's plenty of coffee there" which Shell at forgetmenow has written and posted at her site, just the other day.
Her wonderful piece is entitled: "midnight’s gone" and can be found here.
As always, please introduce yourselves if there for the first time and don't forget to say hello.
there are remissions

there are remissions
of a certain kind, open to question:
stealthy sorties unlike military missions—
they are shrouded
just as a woven frock is plain
when accessorized only with winks
squints, lacking meaningful grain
or texture that is authentic
then again, earlier on
a line of Caesars raise their thumb
and Cleopatra cracks
a crafty smile—
she blinks Provencal
and you like it
their patois commands a trio
stilettos flung with abandon in three bangs
call the audience to attention
[a 'ten-hut or sorts]
most of them gasped
while one simply shattered
sentimental
later on, the headline read:
At the Forum
Something Wily
Today
One Dead for Certain.
Monday, February 14, 2011
devastations arrive

for T.
devastations arrive
in certain guises
take sunrises
for one
memory discharges
misty monsters
chimera in filigree
of tincture and shade
scurry for cover
to hide by day
they carry
paisley patterns
of her magnetic smiles
embossed
on pearly skin
evocative of carnival mask
blue lined designs of maidens
poised for song
appear in mirrored form
suddenly surprised
if soft brush with Teal
is tinged
obstacle beyond
some facile caveat
expounding
on the sway of hips
A Cappella, my divine valentine
a trance is more vagary
than that
while reveries
are simple matter
of degrees, tattooed
emblems on a heart
are somewhat
permanent.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
there's plenty of coffee there

there's plenty of coffee there
and anxiety
blended-in
with the occasional
sense
of annex
which randomly
condenses
mostly between eleven
and two
but as vapors do
dissipates
in the reliable scalding
of mid-afternoon
when tumult flares
and its hissing swelter
wavers sprite—
temerity
transformed
into sallow
flow
dribbles
as though
forced
to piss
d
o
u
b
t
.
then
there's gloom
draped
in a luxuriant bedroom
invariably
parachutes
between midnight and light
vanishes
just before dawn
when jovial clock
with insipid grin
shudders
and
.c
...h
..i
.m
....e
..s
masquerading
as balance
between
is and was
for when glum spreads
thick
as Tooley does
that is when
recall and flashback
assault
aim
stage
melodrama
which always ends
abruptly
as frustrating as coarsely interrupted
rapture's orgasm
vexing and vague
as 70's era
cinema
but once again
there is plenty of coffee there
and although anxiety
is still blended-in
there is a sense
of pleasure
when the sanguine beating
of a single heart
reverberates
across an awesome
abysm
.
.
.
chasm
when syncopated
with its twin
why stopping
is fucking
impossible.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
silence is slightly murder

silence is slightly murder
inflicted by prostrate counsel—
meeting convened at ruffian-vault:
oubliette, adorned for stabs
where harrow pockmarks & jolts concord.
discarded when mangled— she is
industrially finished. silk threads
skin and sutures purple lesion;
curtains rise and fall as doubt
scabs another tentative shell.
reticence is man-made condition
implanted by pith— a weathered man
with say and tart DNA that smacks
Machiavellian.
don't act surprised, my Gordian lover.
strictly speaking you were forewarned.
Thursday, February 3, 2011
mine has an underbelly

mine has an underbelly
not the soft sort
a mollycoddled whore
might have
itself
an elevated post
deemed bestowed with fortune—
demanding much fawning
and fanfare
[akin to stardom there
where leisure is two winks
or a nod.
lavished with three squares
a tin shack
adorned by a single, red lamp
lit bloodshot, outside
every... single... night
a straw-bed inside to sleep on
after each routine, providential fuck
most of all for the few bucks
which she may tuck away
for a week's rent; that at month's end
she sends something home
is considered
luck]
mine
is scaled & rough
coarser still
like crocodile skin—
hide, which in and of itself
a curiosity
suitable for tanning;
a harvest from an ancient beast
splayed and skinned in an industrial line
on that scale
[slaughtered
closer to where it was grown
en-mass, on farms
run by firms flaunting logos
of tamarind trees
and palms]
guts and gore
tossed into the river
herself
grateful for that paltry bounty
for when the torrential floods arrive
she knows
she will churn it all
and cataract
[mixing-in the rest of the decay
along with red, volcanic mud
that she will carry the whole rotting lot
in torrents and froth
whitewater
careening down sheer facades
as she descends plateaus— furiously
ploughing at the fork]
engorging the entire watershed; it is her—
her gushing has always quenched a content;
despondent — ululates
for she knows the rains
which swell-up her veins like adders, are still
four, damned months hence
that from her perch, at a distance,
she can clearly see Alexandria
burning.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
poets lie in degrees

poets lie in degrees
especially when found
to be prostrate. couched,
for instance: davenport
transforms into sleeper,
may be guile, maybe fable,
accordingly furnished.
now let me tell you
a spotty, little story:
.......................
.......................
.......................
.................period
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
despair is lyrical. scaffold (1)

despair is lyrical. scaffold
for duet's concord;
ballad oozing dahlia,
fresh and warm
as will a poniard, pulled
swift across a palm, pool
ruby claret channeled within
a furrow, impelled intaglio.
roseate droplets must clot
to decorate rue and rent,
expressed in post-survivor
style, represent: pulse—
harmony diffused inchoate
as heart-song slightly tottered;
tempos remain faint, echo
vignettes interrupted
considered
somewhat too abrupt.
moppet, please don't forget my name (2)

moppet, please don't forget my name—
he writes:
"Remember: by hook or by crook
i'll be the last smudge in your book"
with one thumb dipped in extant blood, dabs a mark
in the form of a pair of falcons taking flight.
wing-tip to wing-tip, a length of golden strand
in between, clasped in desperate talons,
compelled by inaudible thrum of imminent storm,
flutter, distorting as they attempt to separate.
in the end, but a formative imprint (3)

in the end, but a formative print
now cross-faded like an analogue song
as memorialized on parallel sound-tracks—
cleaved-in original celluloid.
fully preserved
in a valise,
two, sealed aluminum cans
require curators' attention;
each with dusty, tawny labels
that read: Never Release.
Monday, January 31, 2011
you now know my tenor. in a sense

you now know my tenor. in a sense
i do too, that which is yours, as ours.
Daymare & Hydra. a day's fair
allotment.
in relish & discord, i've seen you smile.
scorn only when pressed, somehow
felt both your mirth and strains
as though privately
mine.
you've come to understand me well,
as you might fancy, i too claim this
of you. even in love i know you
pity me.
Sunday, January 30, 2011
there is such a thing as ugly

for M. D. F.
there is such a thing as ugly
mathematics, finance
for instance:
tax and dredge the headstrong
& whimsical alike. a routine
toll.
but you, my paramour,
are magnificent— loveliness
beyond algebraic form.
impossibly seductive
while measurably imprecise
in your affairs you whisper
inappropriate.
this skin

this skin
is not mine
it fits too loose here
and too tight there
although its follicles are real fine
and surface scars have essentially faded
deeper incisions remain—
smart each time i inhale
or smile
still
i compliment it daily,
for it's the only set i have
of fitting material even if
temporally variegated.
i'm somehow
attached to it.