a poem of mine

Rehearsal for something Blue
Scheherezade
Choose a life
He said
Handing me masks of harlots
Then smiled and winked
To someone
I couldn’t see
I fed the beast
For days and nights
For tyrants and clowns
I poisoned all the tales
For a show down

Ours was a time
Of mills and small frauds
maidens on silver plates
suicide moon parades
half question half swank
and I
a rehearsal for something blue
a suspended mirage
a wet reverie jar
peeled off all the velour
my eyes possessed
to cover his hatred
with mine
the bleeder
puffed the cushions
prepared for another coitus
surrounded by ghosts of horses
paralyzed
impotent
ferocious
then
he took me
to a land of delusions
i watched all the dangling screams
the dramatized sorrows
the reflection-free mirrors
and saw at once
how to play this death game

for a thousand nights
I stayed alive
Not because he was curious
About how the stories ended
Or because I was a lofty teller
He listened
And did not touch me-he was sick of flesh anyway-
he listened
because of that petrified abyss
that urgeto know
to absorb
to breathe
everyone else’s miseries
but his own

choose a life
he said
handing me the masks of true wives
I smiled and winked
To the funny torture he was offering
And killed myself

Nux Vomica-By Veils
What Say you, Lord For the olive boys down in the house of corrections As they try for love and any form of ascension Am I on the right train headed in the wrong direction? What say you Lord What say you LordDo you think it wrong Do you see a long road with no one on it And the right of men that you only learnt to forget You see my sad wife and my high margin of profit But you don't care at all You don't careWhat say you Lord Now that they're breeding all our animals insane And the remedy is growing harder to obtain There's a white horse running wild through the switch-cane I can hear him now And I fear him'Til Kingdom come Cauight in this frenzy of elimination Such an irreparable disintergration My body's twitching with a ready expectation For Kingdom come My Kingdom!What say you Lord Why is the truth of this so hard to unveil? Though it's true I never knew what this would entail From the hands of Christ to the head of the Daily Mail I'll see you all And I'll raise youWhat say you Lord I wonder when this light is brought up for sale With the weight of love and the grace of the Baleen Whale Will the severed Heads of State be at all curtailed Will they be here at all - Will they be dead and gone?What say you Lord Of the serpent-talied, forbidden fish of the harbour And the ready-men, defiant drinkers and charmers All lost and summoning the face of their fathers Can you see him now? I can see himWhat say you all Do I believe it if I do not want it Do I lie alone and keeps my cold hands off it Honey, it ain't hard to loose your grip in the midst of all of this But it ain't far to fall It's not far at all