Chemical Relations

We were toxic and 

I tried to believe until

the acid burned through

Sweat

The crack in the clouds

creates a fissure of light,

but you can’t split the night,

you can’t cut darkness in two.

That’s why I’m loving the fall,

the air becomes still,

the marshes will fill,

and the sky will lower with cloud.

The summer was sweltering hot,

with no consolation,

unless you consider

the need for clothing was light.

Short skirts and low waistbands,

Rare bellies and busts,

no wind gusts to savour at all.

Just a glimmer of sweat in the night. 

The key is surrender,

and that’s what we did,

that’s what we’ll do. 

We’ll strip off our clothing and sweat until two,

we’ll strip and we’ll sweat until two.

On the Day of the Storm

The wind tore the sky into green.
The water frothed, but the air clean.

We lost ourselves, ran from our cars.
I stopped to awe, the moon and the stars,

and a black ridge of cloud menacing,
Satan's foothold, all things effacing.

But then I saw you, storm shorn, clothing torn,
like no one I've seen in action before.

Not Raquel Welch in some hot thrilling movie,
with nicely fashioned rips hiding her tootie.

No, you were the real thing, mud, cut, bloody and bruised,
and I ran fast to join you, no thought I could lose.

And the storm dissolved there, our foci wide opened.
A god playing hop scotch with us, his love tokens.

Love is

Love is the opal,

You will need to mine for,

And then guard it’s precious fire. 

Love is the lion,

You will need to tame,

And then watch lest it turn fierce. 

Love is the question,

You always ask, 

But remain fearful of the answer.

Love is the flame

That causes smoke

And only burns clean when it’s hot.

Love is the moan

Soothing the night, 

Evoking the moon’s raw beauty

Love is the morning

Branded with sweat

With bodies alone having meaning

Love is aloneness

Banished away

Companionship never is wanting

Love is the story

We all want to hear

Love is the conquest of all that we fear

Love is the thing that went missing 

Prague

Love Prague

love art

art breathes

art moves

moves me

moves chairs

chairs tossed

chairs burned

burned towns

burned bodies

bodies naked

bodies pure

pure idolatry

pure worship

worship truth

worship sacrifice

sacrifice truth

sacrifice beauty

beauty bestowed

beauty created

created destinies

created dreams

dreams of you

dreams of us

us on the Charles bridge

us in St. Cyril's

St. Cyril's crypt

St. Cyril's memories

memories in stone

memories in bullets

bullets in museums

bullets in time

time to move on

time to remember

remember you

remember us

us on a bridge

us holding hands

hands on the rail

hands on the golem

golem created

golem magic

magic made me

magic made you

you made us

you made two

two into one

two ends in one

one 

one

Dear Rob

I am afraid I might not be of much use anymore,
having given up on trying to fix my life.
And I don't think yours needs repair,
in spite of the great unhappiness.
You see, I've found a new way and
I feel a new joy. I've given in,
surrendered to things as they are.
And all the pressure people put on me,
seems now to be comical, even funny.
I've given up on money. After all the worry,
all the sweat, I'm still in debt but not very
bad and I live a good life, I have a good wife.
And even if I didn't I don't think it would matter.
Things take care of themselves, you know
what I mean. I heard a friend say that
the universe supports everything. It knows
what it's doing. It's kinda like God has a
plan for each life. And there's something there,
like the air. You can't see it but it keeps you alive.


Cheers,

your brother.

Conquered

Bruce Springsteen wrote,
"now I'm trapped,"
but he was conquered.

Bruce Springsteen wrote,
"the poets down here don't say nothing at all,
they just stand by and let it all be,"
but they were conquered.

And Rilke wrote,
"don't take my devils away
because my angels may flee too."

And you my dear may conquer me,
steal my soul,
eat my flesh,
take my will and make it one with yours,
steal my eyes,
breathe my breath,
digest the thoughts I think.

I will sleep with my head on your belly,
with your breast on the nape of my neck,
the warmth of your womb
will sink me to sleep.
The softness of skin
will cause me to dream in your dreams.