Cape
There are eight eyes looking
At me, I am sick
I am no longer in control
Of this steamroller
Being carried away
Never was, maybe
There is a massive cargo ship
Floating inside me
I am a hollow built
Filled with an ocean
Vacant floor
Frothing lament
Fermenting
Toxic fumes
Sizzling fog
Chemical burns
Salty meat
Storms, pain, blind rain
At night, at day
Burning
Not a good rain
Not a bearable pain
The cargo is unknown to me
Is it oil?
Dizzy mad animals?
Vulture x-ray eyes
Carnivorous birds
Exploding feathers
That mingle in the calm
Slow motion
The sound of a
Peppered potion
Trumpets see through everything
Is it the lost?
Trying to find anyplace better
Than the rocky place they
Ran from
Crawled from?
Babies crawling through the mud
To get to their mother
In a ditch on the other side?
Pray for them
Cover them
They may not make it
No water to drink
No air to blow back their dirty hair
Only islands
Above
Dead apparitions
Teasing
Vapid waste of a poisoned taste
Felt under your nose;
That smell in your mouth
Digesting
Rusty metal ovens
In your mind;
That nauseous thought
Brushing against your ears
That taste of blood
Racing through your bitter nose
That chill
The tingle in your eyes
Behind your hair
Walking up behind you
Sniffing around you
Scratching
Feeding your fever.
Experiment
You use oil
To put out fire
Heat
To appease a fever
Things change slowly
Around you
I am a rut
I walk with trees roots
At eye level
Rain washes away scum
But floods me
Like paint over gray wood
I am protected with the utmost
Suffocating care
But how must one breath
At ground level
I am sinking lower
Things propping me
I’m in a fantasy world
I am interested in earth’s layers
Things are tangible
Blankets upon blankets
Things eventually fossilize
Showing record
I too am about to be covered
No longer a rut
Earth’s heat
And chemical concoctions
Make me a foundation
The earth’s fusion
Embraces me
And proves I am real.
Thought
A black cat traced on ochre
Paper wet with sandy pieces of fish
On a glass table height tomb
Off sea Cyprus Turkey staring back
I walked till no end
No drop-offs to contend
No monsters to record off shore
Capsizing now,
Only sea-serpents and scurvy wolves
Surrounding me where I stand
Wearing belts
With bells and ginger bitter stench
They grin
Hissing a sound of molten lava
Boiling
For a gasp of ill breath
Their bleeding tongues followed
The immediate ground broiled
Sizzling dirt and spitting sticks popped stinging
With the fatty meat of below
A honey slick mist of
Feverish salt clung all around
In the rolling heat locked air.
What’s that sound?
Now I hear whale’s teeth screeching
Horned owls swooping
Giant prickly toads beaching
Ocean must be near
The distance rises up
Heavy spirals slowly swooned
Ragging operatic pathos
Sickened the spectacle,
The sky grieved and turned towards heaven
All was shunned by the stalkers
Famished, quick glances
They turned on themselves
Chomping
Trees stripped bare
Seas gutted
Hills carved in their likeness
Scavengers intertwined
Some eaten alive
Some shredding earth to bone
Digging at the core bellow the canyon
Old coffins unearthed sprawled empty,
Earth’s marrow was stewing
A foul mid-day mood.
A brew of birds flew out
Of an underground pocket
Full of insects and rotten winter food
All gesturing vengeance
And sickly understanding it all
Beast gluttons played
Poking fun
And frolicked in front the one
Who would roast and cook away
In the volcano’s valley of mud
I had nothing left
And walked home
Only to visit the same place
Over and over/
I stood motionless
Tracing a dent in the ground
With a stick.
Flow
You stepped out of the widow
And bam
That sense of weightless power hit you
Like a obelisk made of polished glass
And bricks that wind around
A gift from God
You ask nothing but one thing
How did this happen
This is odd
Now I am falling
I shouldn’t have asked
Jump out
Of the way
You were in the way of what’s good
You are bad
Dogs listen
They just needed to get their life on
Get it going on down out past
Somewhere
You were a rock in the road
A twist in the tree
A hole in the floor shouting contempt
Not a bump
But an upheaval
A suffocating fog and wall
A wrecking ball saw
More than you would admit
Accurate
Ruins
That will always be there
Weaving like defective
Thread
I didn’t really tear
It evaporated like a sheet of water
The target left
Weaving crisscrosses
Incompatible layers
Unbearable manners
Split seam
In which it went
Patty cake
Mud melt
Rubbis
Bull’s-eye
You never stepped out the window
You never stood out in that
Space
You made it up
Sleeping up the hill
Walking
To tumble down back to
The plateau
Sleepwalking like frogs balking
When they are told to
Shut up at night
Dump bleach in the pool
To kill the fools
What?
Don’t you dare
Waste my bleach
On such butchery
Sleep apnea
Inhaler
Drunk sea warlord
Owl’s mood
Use fish’s food
For salt
Drinking salt water
You are through
Over
Like a white otter
Puffing
Stuck in the current.