Angels and Devils

With all the speed and burnt metal of a Futurist sonata
You blaze with fire and passionate voice
Screaming Piaf into the night

Your hair swinging wildly
Whips up a frenzied love
Swirls in me a geyser of bubbling lust
As your voice again crashes onto my shore

I’m taken in by your exuberant hands
Clawing at the air as you express
Every lost angel inside yourself
They clamour to the surface
And ride the wave of your joy
Decanting their last will
Into you


The rested heart

She was beauty
In its most honest form
Singing Mozart in the kitchen
Reading Kafka on the shore

The light she held inside her
Burned brighter than a flame
It set fire to my tindersticks
It smoked out all my pain

With liquid gold inside my blood
The passions all cry out
Her soft heart in my rough hand
Lay rest to all my doubt

Through all the dust around my heart
She carved a path of stone
Now as i lay my full head down
I know I’m not alone

L’etranger Mon Frere

Your head turns away slowly
And i know from that one moment
Its over

I see a side of your face
That i never noticed before
A darkness of shadows
A cold flat marble top

It was always so easy for me
To transform into the jester
The knave, the pious and broken king
Waiting to serve and be served
As a piteous wretch

I quashed my hunger
Taught myself to live for others
Not for my own heart
But as a parasitical tendril of want
Mistletoe as a golden bough

For others i laughed
For others i acted
A puppet on stage
The stringless marionette

All of the Russian writers taught me
To look inwards
To find my reflection
In a dandified past
L’etranger mon frere

Last will and testament

When I am old and on my deathbed
And my lifebloods slowly drain
Will I sigh for all the lost words?
Will I tire of sounds of rain?

When my last breath rattles from me
And my spirit sings refrain
Will I think of rhymes of Rimbaud
And words cried out in pain?

Will I blow the ashes outward
From the coal fire of my life?
Will I still recall the lark song
And the beauty of my wife?

Or will time erase my memory
And replace where I have been?
Will shadows fall against me
Will they give me back my sin?

Sweet words from winds of wonder
Blow softly at my door
They speak of times of yonder
And offer something more

If shadows cast against my soul
From flickered flames of time
Begin to fade and with them go
The freedom of what’s mine

Then cast me on the firepit
Crack my bones against a stone
Deliver me from evil
Of what I can’t call my own

When life is but a whisper
Of what it was before
Take this poem to be the answer
And lead me through that door

Forgotten dandies

I write for those
Who got lost in time
Forgotten dandies;
Those with animal souls
Dying to break free
Constrainted by society

Men and women
Who’s eyes still glow
Like the birth of the universe
Paved over with a concrete glaze
But shining through despite

Those who’s hearts are wracked
With anxiety and apathy
Who don’t fit in
Who don’t know where to turn

For those who befriend the elements
And stand among the stars

Pure form

I found my cure for indigestion
(And other Capitalist ailments)
Could always be found in
The words of Stanisław Witkiewicz

He unleashed in me a slumbering beast
(Not the first of its kind to dwell in me)
And a quest for Pure Form
The mystery of life; a composite art
Awakened from some strange dream

Free from didactic demands
My soul nuzzled into rest
Curled as a page of parchment
A deformation of human psychology
And action


You stand like Salome
Dancing before Herod
Your silken robe open
Your soft curves exposed
A glimpse of the future;
Shadows from the past

Fire rises in me
As I marvel at your beauty
Your red lips parting like petals
Thirsty at the first touch of rain
Your teeth
That have bitten into my heart
Glint and flash with the promise of
Ecstasy and deliverance

You shift on me
And I feel
The thousand thoughts inside me
Undulate with your rhythm
The beating drum behind your pearl cage
Growing faster as the passion grows

Envelop me
And take my words away
Take my poetry and
Tame my violent heart
With your sure caress
And your parting lips
That welcome me
As a traveller returning home