Just Close Enough

 

She writhed snakelike in the cold sand
big cheese bowling cheshire grin
base ass'd moon in the clear desert
endless skyscape speckled with a fine kief of powdery star clusters
we are gregarious gods gazing into a teal wood tabletop mirror
cocaine cannabilism

her silver fish INFINITE-ONE stood sneezing steam nearby
fresh from lonely spacelanes
crimson cockpit canopy spread wide open
worn leather captain's cushion comfortable (but empty)
long legs overrun with stocking'd landing gear
winking soft whimsy from behind the bellows

she bucked like the bony bay hobbled in nearby scrub
would not
the bony bay knew better
the bony bay's bucking days became
bygone days
the day that cowboy came
saddled up throwing up
thin denim stems o'er spine
stapled his articulated asshole to that bony bay's trail-trodden soul
rode till he said 
done

her split zippered spacesuit thrown to the thicket
pitiful deflated invertebrate of latex and legging
unfulfilled without her pressing flesh giving inseam seals purpose
but what need anything else hold her?
when he could
so powerfully?
so feverishly?
jealous moon mean-mugged
two hundred eighty thousand miles up
bright cold yellow orb witch hunting
lonely last lighthouse of the night sky shoreline

just close enough - she thought
staring pallid into that electric potted pancake
afraid the words would leak in whispers
- close enough to touch

while his weight pressed her into the center of the Earth.

TA

(painting by Darrel K Sweet)

And Bite Her Neck

 

She growled like a mean winter in the Winds
like a Cinderella canine
like a loose wolf loose with bent pagan corpse
not her morals
ripping at my exposed
lording the lengths of my torn flesh
in her mouth proud princess speaks somber poetry
the last parts of me melt on her chin
she nips like a cub
she hungers like a shark
hovering pale prism over the milk
dead gnats
etched glass bowl of kitchen light
she won't riot
too frightened
two pink legs spread under the bath water
turquoise orgasms
two dirty tooth brushes in the coffee mug
in ceramic overture
a dirty secret
a crucifixion

because no one would chase her in the woods
because no one would pull at her clothes

and bite her neck.

TA

(painting by Jean-Joseph Weerts)

Rather Than

 

What sort of path
has led me here
wanting only to be   alone   tonight
only the mist seeping like river fog over my tongue
down my neck
knuckles torn but tamed in lion's cream
street light creep crawling over my wet spread cuck flesh
dressed in the kingly garb of pagan poetry
my mother
somewhere on a maiden path again
prays to the great grey christ against

kind of sinning makes the moon smile
my fingers float a moment
string of that planetary violin vibrates
from here
to forever
tonight a perfect melody
playing o'er the grand spaceways of the Universe

mother
I'm alive more than you can imagine
in touch with the true god
and the true goddess
equal happy
but equal
sad

I'd rather be here

alone

tonight

rather than
be with you.

TA

(painting by John Berkey