An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #16

Mine.
My heart tied up in you;
delving into the lost caverns
of the underworld.

Hysterical directories;
copulating police cars crashing
in a never ending film noir script
of yours and mine own creation.

Dutiful summary
of our EXISTENCE;
packed like mercury
between thin blades
of glass, shimmering
utopia of gargantuan
proportions;

A diorama
of velvet sea
and white milk
froth.

The escape of our connection
and the limits of our continuum,

I razed the orchard with your pulse,
and the sweet smell of burning flesh
caught me off guard.

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Mine.
My heart tied up in you;
delving into the lost caverns
of the underworld.

Hysterical directories;
copulating police cars crashing
in a never ending film noir script
of yours and mine own creation.

Dutiful summary
of our EXISTENCE;
packed like mercury
between thin blades
of glass, shimmering
utopia of gargantuan
proportions;

A diorama
of velvet sea
and white milk
froth.

The escape of our connection
and the limits of our continuum,

I razed the orchard with your pulse,
and the sweet smell of burning flesh
caught me off guard.

An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #15

Born with the fluency
of angels; midnight
infiltrators piercing
the homes of the dead.

Can this mercury rising tell,
of something less sinister?

Howl with me,
at the moon;
lest we become
creatures of habit,
and letting our sins rip us apart. Doctored results
transmogrified
adolescence

Here I crave the carbon of your flesh.

Mixed existences
and mild eternities,
smashed with a hammer,
bending knees and resulting in the catastrophic walls
where we adhere.

Born with the fluency
of angels; midnight
infiltrators piercing
the homes of the dead.

Can this mercury rising tell,
of something less sinister?

Howl with me,
at the moon;
lest we become
creatures of habit,
and letting our sins rip us apart. Doctored results
transmogrified
adolescence

Here I crave the carbon of your flesh.

Mixed existences
and mild eternities,
smashed with a hammer,
bending knees and resulting in the catastrophic walls
where we adhere.

An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #14

A place of worship,
far beyond where the eyes can see,
help me, redeem
and quell my curiosities;
if fact could pull me from
this desolation,

Spear tip;

Pointed as his thorns;
and the devil’s horns.

A cross-
contamination
a drop of sin.

Water so clear and so pure,
no particles of doubt or hate;
only love’s immeasurable.

Like ink,
she bleeds.

//

Grace.
One man’s
journey to the top;

Chinese currency,
spent on faith.

In the mountains,
yew reaches up,
to consolidate a life’s expenditures.

A place of worship,
far beyond where the eyes can see,
help me, redeem
and quell my curiosities;
if fact could pull me from
this desolation,

Spear tip;

Pointed as his thorns;
and the devil’s horns.

A cross-
contamination
a drop of sin.

Water so clear and so pure,
no particles of doubt or hate;
only love’s immeasurable.

Like ink,
she bleeds.

//

Grace.
One man’s
journey to the top;

Chinese currency,
spent on faith.

In the mountains,
yew reaches up,
to consolidate a life’s expenditures.

An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #13

The calculated inscriptions of an orchid’s
last day’s bloom;

Sentimental necrotic
gaseous form for me
to fill the earthen hold.

And inseparable fears
thanks to
our geo-
centric
locator
disk.

I mind
with my
mind
what becomes
of everything I
ever knew as golden.

A crocodile’s tears
wetting sand & (ampersand)

Solo tribute to the ones we call
each other.

The calculated inscriptions of an orchid’s
last day’s bloom;

Sentimental necrotic
gaseous form for me
to fill the earthen hold.

And inseparable fears
thanks to
our geo-
centric
locator
disk.

I mind
with my
mind
what becomes
of everything I
ever knew as golden.

A crocodile’s tears
wetting sand & (ampersand)

Solo tribute to the ones we call
each other.

An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #12

Efreet aether connection, born
but not baptized; fire and water

Earth and air secrete a mist of cruelty’s revenge.
A bitter plot,
reminiscent of
tadpoles in syrup
trapped in hardened
honey or maple syrup,
drenched the mouth
hardened, cracked and coiled
motion sick-
ness a little
bit of plague.

Out

In the gathering

Storm of dialectic

contraints; plasticized

Horseback sewage

Disposal.

Efreet aether connection, born
but not baptized; fire and water

Earth and air secrete a mist of cruelty’s revenge.
A bitter plot,
reminiscent of
tadpoles in syrup
trapped in hardened
honey or maple syrup,
drenched the mouth
hardened, cracked and coiled
motion sick-
ness a little
bit of plague.

Out

In the gathering

Storm of dialectic

contraints; plasticized

Horseback sewage

Disposal.

An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #11

When the lines broke;
when my water; broke.
And in the siren’s howling sentence
there was peace, for a time.

Not long
after indulgences
became part of
property, another
aspect of the golden sun,

Rhythmic transistor,
copulating with the energies
of transformation & induction.

Resonating.

While the cool, stoic icy blast
of a northern segregation casts
her deep black shadow. Casts her
abysmal flat fucking shadow
down into the well from which
my heart-deceased, ceased to sing.

When the lines broke;
when my water; broke.
And in the siren’s howling sentence
there was peace, for a time.

Not long
after indulgences
became part of
property, another
aspect of the golden sun,

Rhythmic transistor,
copulating with the energies
of transformation & induction.

Resonating.

While the cool, stoic icy blast
of a northern segregation casts
her deep black shadow. Casts her
abysmal flat fucking shadow
down into the well from which
my heart-deceased, ceased to sing.

An Empty Catacomb of Prayer #10

Syrup, little babes; lined up.

Gravy godfather fiendish icing,
and calm cool Tourette’s.
Maybe God acclaimed one little
byway, highway; dawn breaks. God,
I’m
half the size

I was.

Syrup, little babes; lined up.

Gravy godfather fiendish icing,
and calm cool Tourette’s.
Maybe God acclaimed one little
byway, highway; dawn breaks. God,
I’m
half the size

I was.