mother of murder

Oh Eve upon thy brood of sorrows,
seek to see no more tomorrows,
for all the best there were to be,
hath ended there ‘neath the apple tree.

Oh Eve thy pearl cheeks and tears,
thou steadfast heart against all fears,
a single kiss to give in haste,
then lay it all to fire and waste.

All women damned they say for you,
then so it be, and see it through,
if damned we be then damned we are,
then hitch our hopes upon that star.

Oh Eve upon thy brood of sorrows,
seek we not to see the morrow,
but gaze our eyes upon the light,
that solely burns enwrapped by night.

Oh mother of murder, knowledge and life
oh cursed girl, oh damned wife,
oh Eve upon thy brood of sorrows,
seek to see no more tomorrows.

the potted plants

suddenly yellow
the stone toad stood there
silence, nothing but the dripping sink.

she pours out the cold coffee
out the window fog and dogs barking
somewhere, she thinks, there are alps.

the man who had once been young
floats big rocks of ice in whiskey
the sun was still good.

i took it home
african violets…
you've got to be strong in the shadows.

cookies

i did not buy a gift for him
i baked cookies…
taking the tray from the oven i burned my thumb
the running cold tap water reminded me of a river
that cold november day
where we stood when you said goodbye

My Love's Ecstasy (poem)

barren agony
oh, no…
the vast emptiness
a wanderer ponders purple caverns
hark…
here all is silence
the desert blows siroccos of ecstasy
my love dances as black water
pouring in velvet rapture
i am but a red rose
aching for the knowledge of the moon's dew drops



an old vase sits with the water evaporated and the pale husk of a rose bows her head weeping for the long fallen single petal on the dresser top

if you want...

she wanted to go to wal-mart and look at shirts and i wanted to barf fried eggs and smarties…

now it is not that i don’t like wal-mart… it is just that i absolutely detest and despise it…

but you go if you want… nice "fuck america" attitude… good luck with your health.