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Orion Brings the Princess to the Enchanter

destroy your safe & happy lives before it is too late
for the unstable shaking of souls
& the mysterio dances
we will never truly be rid of

i will rage against the empires for as long as i can
with my magic unshackled
& the fear & compassion
& the love & insecurity
& the warm embrace of gargoyle grins

we could be the archons of sleep
you wouldn’t think
you wouldn’t dream it possible
would you?

of course you would

so don’t
break through the mirrors
crash through the shadows
tear through the windows
smash through the walls

unless

you really really
really really mean it

The Wrong Side of the Bed

I woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning–on the top side instead of underneath. When the little girl woke up, she saw me and screamed. She cried and wet herself as I hurried under the bed to disappear.

I prefer to be more subtle, but hey, whatever works, right?

The Art of Aching

i am the monarch of silver daydreams
who once intoned forgotten long ago
but now & then
encased in crystal
forsaken
histories of cardboard streets
around the corner & back
into the crypt

you are the walrus
of well-rehearsed pop references
appalled by improvised assertions
here & now
now & then
tickled by the cavalcade
picked up & pickled
up & down the racing rash of skeletal nights
caught running ’round the wee boy’s dreams
a cauldron bubbling
trouble sleeping
in tune with ever-persistent ghosts

we are the parliament of cotton
sheeted by the bloodstained pass
the gift of silver daydream friendship
now & then
here & now
all ripe & ready for the asking

The Go & Mix of Moon

queen oldest the whispering dogs
edge vagabond marbles in hopes & wants
to clouds that secret become
& through glass as you are
& your gears clutter cold dance beneath mix of my oldest
so your drunken stream is linguistic

no my dawn, the fear beats its velvet
& you become the go & mix of moon
now of never as lost fire-flowers
mouth swallowing, dreaming on mix of sobriety
just heart in chattering & heart in fears
moon becomes the nattering

& squirrel beats its edge on vagabond whiskey
that linguistic babbling & its bursting through the dreaming
delicious blood to pass cold moon
you, my words
dawn the void, all mix of stars
a frosty around the dueling

with sugar astonishing weird moon nights
the cold, the time for hold
snowfall out heart in marbles, in through whiskey
that secret world spins delusions until clouds that thaw
with drunken chill is whispering up your stars

Infinite Crisis

I.
a gift of scarlet & gold
flash bang crackle of lightning
deep undergound
where the magic words are kept

rocketing through eternity
with my shadows far behind
listen!
there’s a hell of a universe next door
& upstairs in the attic
& down in the basement
& through the looking-glass
so let’s go!
let’s go let’s go let’s go!
let’s!

II.
a gift of silver daydreams
as quick & mad as mercury
magic
words that groan their way into existence
bursting through my brain
flash bang crackle of lightning

up & down & all around this world
is rollercoaster enough for me
a gift of gold & scarlet
reflected in mirror madness manic
rocketing through eternity
my feet on fire

III.
flash bang crackle of lightning
as i shout my magic words
wishing desperately to
make the world run a better pace

am i powerless or powerful
in these silver daydreams
bursting through my veins
before
after
when my little world expands
into the infinite

Circling the Square

the time has come!
the day is here!
this small myth of transition
unfolds before your eyes
& so the song begins!

i see the children of the sun & stars
wandering lost
beneath the dreaming moon
exiled by houses of venus & mars
wandering lost, singing a mournful tune

i see the children of the wishful night
warlocks & witches
of our youthful blood
their apple-dappled eyes
all burning bright (unknown by
adults) cloaked in rosy rood

but why are we condemning them to shame
imprisoned
by our judgments
of their dreams?
& why do we define them by our name
for culture
never knowing what it seems?

the wheel of seasons
turns on ever more
while we curse winters, new years come to fore

& so the song ends
for now (but
nothing ever really ends) & thus
this is to be continued…