Shadow Tooth

I am the mask maker,
smoothing out every scene,
around the fire in every wood,
culling the face from out the dream;

the naked dancers loose their tongues,
and whittle names into the char,
someone’s come, it has begun,
the beating out to the stars;

lo, the shadow tooth

I place the rocks onto the eyes,
and move the mud around the face,
the smoke goes up
from the spaceless space;

when our blood is synchronized
and crackles all around us hot,
we will forget our parties met,
and shake and shake and shake;

lo, the shadow tooth



A Parcel Apart

Awesome wheels
gathering strange momentum;

hot metal bulbs
under pressure under strain(understand);

time, you were tied to our brains,
a soft, low refrain,
the blood in our cups;

scenes roll by our eyes,
flash like flares;
architecture all falls,
and breathes again, endlessly;

time, you were tied to our brains,
a sharp humming stain,
a liquid embrace;

face down,
another tongue in the dirt,
arms in the blue;

a signifier,
a level to rise above;

no sun, no teeth,
nothing left to distract ourselves,
and no exit;

vast expanses,
reaching out into past, into the stars;

foraging for the seeds,
of the dream,
nothing can kill;

we burn, and are gone,
what have we left?

In brilliance,
we crawl,
pushing our hands
to impact,
the brief divide
birth/rebirth,
live and alone;

all these wings,
spread like words,
slowly done;

time, you were tied to our brains,
no bitter, no cane,
the blood in our cups.



Masks With Blue Dynamite

Sleep, come down…

Bride of the dark,
dress my soul,
in the rhythm of flame,
in a mask of gold.



Candle On The Summit

All the cards were strewn across the sand,
the cup in threes, the fool, the large black ship;

dusk was descending,
lifting up her skirts,
we move through the milking of the light
like beasts;

when all was darkness,
we burned a secret sign,
to pull in the shadow vessel working toward the shore;

a blast came,
a foghorn drone,
a song of blood and dance
in the copper of its mouth,
now we are awakened to the demon of our love;

when they came,
busking through our clothes,
returned, returning us to that ship.


Watch The Dark Move

Pulsing reverie,
the battle lines, the gripping times;
the body as a battery,
power comes in and power moves out;
I am eternity,
the monuments, the secret sense;
the mountain before,
the turbulence of subtle movement;

I am the Witch,
the darkened plane,
the lover’s bitch,
I am the Witch,
bringer of all;

an instance of questioning,
parts of grace and white night,
I hold the stone,
in ecstasy it crumbles before me,
terrible and elegant,
the time for soft steel is over;
bodies of magnitude
collide, and fall into chorus;

I am the Witch,
the wreckless truth of history,
I am the Witch,
leveler of all,

…

Water surrounding,
these limbs will grow wings and make for the skyline;
the heaviness of solitude,
builds its strength and breaks outward,
all eyes will be open,
ascend and drink from their masters;
I will convey, conjoin, receive;

I am the Witch,
lucid and covered in crinoline,
I am the Witch,
leveler of all,
I am the Witch,
the moon-eyed fist,
the blooded kiss,
I am the Witch,
bringer of all.


Apparition

There is a face before
in the window in the night,
it howls just like you and me,
and under the weight we have,
under skin and clothes,
lies the author of this place,
how long,
wandering so shadowed,
fists upraised,
we are we are,
this shell the cosmic joke;

How can we see
without these eyes?
How can we dream
with no quarter?

The apparition,
so real it seems,
gives its name
to all we feel;
it says it is my home,
but these cells
cannot contain;
the mind it tastes
the all the all,
an old vibration, way out,
we touch hands
and five makes seven;

How can we see
without these eyes?
How can we dream
with no quarter?

A dark embrace,
breathes its light;
the hierophant smiles,
two fingers in your love;
a body must rise...now
a body must fall,
in the rhythm of water,
a blood call.



The Walking

When the crows come,
with myrh burning in their beaks,
and the clouds congeal,
to block the night’s bright eye;

I will walk with you,
through dark corridors;

when the wolves food
moves heavy through our toes,
and lusty spirits come
to claim our little souls,
we throw our bodies at
this promise in the dark,
to burn it all down
from one long restless spark,

I will walk with you,
through dark corridors;

if the walls move
and smoke is in the air;
if amber angel bones
litter all our stairs

I will walk with you,
through dark corridors.



Black Stone I

Hole, a hole,
lifting through the universe,
a figure in the fold,
trance, oh the trance,
builds another entrance,
to the house of here and then;

we see on the horizon
the black stone to tear us apart,
reach out, to reach out to everything
our blood is set to become;

paint, so much paint,
dripping through the creases
of the faces in the mind;
pulse, a thundrous pulse,
radiates a message
through the t.v.s in the temple, and

we see on the horizon
the black stone to tear us apart,
reach out, to reach out to everything
our blood is set to become;

mergent, emergence

we see on the horizon
the black stone to tear us apart,
reach out, to reach out to everything,
this mud is said to become.