cacao and steam

cacao

scattered scars leaking
from a pin-up
calendar
try the door one more time
it crumbles
dissolving your reality
in
an undulating
sea of abandoned truths
regret is fondled
briefly before you
step into a garden
of SPLINTERED
algorithms
you wake up
the dreams
that spin on broken
turn tables
soft
softly
is this the hour?
.......the date........?
........the year.......?

you dismissed the sun

why?





steam

you play the
disposable games
of pleasure
in the ashes
of
transformation
you write the message
of isolation
amidst the
dunes
of naked sand
washing drinking water
as a camera
clicks a
1000 times a minute


untitled #61

dancing thru
the ice of a drummer
on the moons of your
drunken eyelids

photographs of
empty streets
                       (you disappeared but never were here in the first place)
fading like water
on a buddha board
you drown in bubbles
of make believe while
the thirsty masks
of your solitude
disintegrate into
submission and
ecstasy

you always go to bed
later than you planned


the contract

butterflies in the bathtub
no, wait
I am in the bathtub
the butterflies are on
the moon
dancing
waving at the butterflies
dancing on the moon
i am in the bathtub
toes sticking out
the water
i will paint my nails
tomorrow i
promise
but first i want to
fly a kite and
climb a tree
the camera you are holding
captures me at 15
oh look
the butterflies are waving back

a super 8 projector
is whirring but
no one is watching anymore
and there are no butterflies
dancing on the moon
there never were

between the trees
they keep the grass
short it is
in the contract
i signed