The Virgin Stirs (In apollo's dust)

The virgin stirs
In Apollo's dust
Scattered across the breadth
Of that gloaming stripe
Indigo, russet, copper and gold;
I'm their youth divine
By reckoning of men eternal, old.

Celeste, strung out
Among the eaves
Her hand soft through willow and oak
Brittle gold green leaves
Plucked by ghostly fickle fingers;
Like little ships sinking
Across the deepening horizon.

Mirror still waters
Vanity of stars
Collect the wrecks of little oak ships
Where they drift
In my fire's promethean flicker-
The prophecy of tea
Says she's not looking down on me.

Apollo's dark descent
Beneath earthen crest
Speaks of bodies drifting apart;
Every warm sun
Someone else's cold silver star -
Immortal constellations
Move in patterns as mortal hearts.

The virgin stirs
In Apollo's dust
How distant they now seem to be
Across the seraph's sea
Parted by departed day and memorial night,
Yet still they unite
If only by glimpse of familiar, distant light.

It's The Dying (Ignominious ends)

It's not what's dead.

It's the dying

That holds the dread.

The bonfire

Flickering shadow's,

Ghosts of ferocity -

What value

Does anything posses

When what is precious

Meets such an

Ignominious end.

Insubstantial (Every golden moment gilded)

She's the shadow

Insubstantial

Cast by the glory

Of sunny days,

The dark crease

In the corner

Of smiling lips.

The weight of

Memories from a

Lost, heavy crown.

Every new lover,

Her essence in

Their silver scent.

Every golden

Moment gilded

In her absence.

This beautiful life-

Everything it is

Is what it could be,

Is a ramshackle mansion

Threadbare and barren;

As I look over

My shoulder

To share the moment

With her ghost.

Love (We both know i never should have came)

Love.

The sound of thunder

Clapping out the applause

Of a forest falling

Felled by south winds.

Where was I going

In the woods

On such a day

As the sunlight

Dappled the floor gray,

Still and warm

As the eve began to fade?

To her home

Beyond the treeline

And the river's clover banks,

I carried with me chains

And weights,

For when I'd try to run away.

I've never been

A loving man

I'm afraid I

Have to say.

But even nature is not rigid,

The seasons of men must

Too and so change.

Oh, the south wind

Carrying over the far plains

It cut down stormy swaths

Beneath that crown

Of white on gray;

Ancient oaks topple,

Weedy willows uproot-

Serenity quickly

Become fury

As I struggled

Forth to you.

With all the wind whirling

My chains heavy and

Burdening.

I made my way down

Those emerald banks,

Surreal and glowing

In the fading light.

Into the river,

Seeking shelter from

The trembling forest round,

But I had not thought,

That chains and

Weights enough to

Keep me with you,

Would be so heavy

That I would drown.

At your door, the frame

Of your body silhouetted

In the last russet rays

Of a gentle summer day;

Waiting for me, love,

We both know I

Never should have came.

Somedays (Go down in flames)

I saw her today,

Walking into the

Majestic Cafe'.

Holding his hand,

That poor excuse

For a man.

Who would let her

Do those dirty things

Chasing after dollars.

Sometimes the world,

It makes me wonder.

Why everyone's so

Goddamn broken.

But mirrors keep

Me grounded,

Hypocrite reflections

In webbed silver.

I hope things get better.

It's hard

To be doing well,

Watching loved ones

Looking to suffer;

Some days I want

To go down in

Flames with you.

But there's always

That ghost, in mirrors

Lakes and window panes;

Telling me to keep

On with the path,

Not to give up faith.

But somedays

I want to.

Supposed (I dreamt of ___)

I dreamt of her last night.

Her, being you.

You being, her.

We walked along sandy beaches

And you were fat,

Freckles on your toffee skin

Like cigarette butts in the sand.

Your friend, some yappity

Valley girl- the kind who works

At Del Taco and flirts with the

Manager because it's good for

Her Career - walked beside us

Parroting the names of your

Latest men, those that replaced me,

Always circling in close proximity.

I thought you looked thick with

Demands you'd placed on yourself,

Ideas of who and what and where

Making your skin thick and sallow.

You were not lustrous beneath the

Western sky, not nearly as lovely

As you'd looked in the airport -

The day we parted, said goodbye.

The day I went off to war

And you walked out of my life.

I still loved you, even without beauty,

As we spoke in crooked words.

I still wanted you, even though desire

No longer subtly lingered in slight curves.

To wrap you in my heavy arms,

Head pressed into the clammy flesh

Of your neck, feeling for heartbeats

Reaching between our bodies as

They did those rosy winter nights.

We said awkward things, I suppose

Wondering what could have been,

Always muting the muttering of your friend.

I said in words which have always been the

Truth, "It doesn't matter how or why,

Just know that I've always loved you".

My words though, are always quite contrite

And you seem to take my sorrow

As obstinance, always looking for a fight.

It's a normal thing, I suppose, to not

Understand what it is to be loved -

When the only way you see yourself

Is through the drunken eyes of a lush.

I wonder why I moved so far west,

From my city, from my supposed home -

It's a dream so there are no reasons,

Other than to be with you and roam

These beaches, speak these words

That my mind still holds.

Don't Love Me (Temporary)

Don't love me.

Don't love me don't love me don't love me.

Please baby,

Don't love dust in the wind,

Because I don't want

To break a heart again.

I'm so flighty,

We know it's got to be

Me creeping out of your big house

When the sun stains the sky -

Always with some place to be

Someone more important to see;

While I leave I know you think,

Laying covered in elegant silk sheets,

With that slender alabaster body

I'm a man with fucked up priorities.

What can I say? I'm a working man -

Who doesn't do well with idle hands,

Because even if they're exploring

The reaches and breaches of your

Beautiful body, tying golden hair in

Lovers knots, holding down a body in riot;

They're already looking to move on.

Don't love me,

Love is one thing I don't need.

Because you can't see,

Blinded by passion, or whatever,

I'll never make you happy.

Go find some lawyer whose

Cut well in his suit and tie.

Not a glorified dope boy,

Just waiting to fly away.

Don't love me don't love me.

Love the rocks, love the sea -

I'm a fleeting thing;

Transient, temporary.