tu es jolie

she slinks about the corners of your
darkened mind, a madonna glowing with
the light from her postmodern beauty
perfect, mon amour, like a bell(e)
resonating dulcet tones
drowning out the jingle of my keys

transcedence

oh, oh
i want to burst from this cage
of flesh and pulsing fibers--
slickened veins thrumming--
blood welling
from disrupted skin
like a drop of sun
that broils with the heat
of a hundred million yellows
in my solar
plexus, clear like plexi glass
but not lucid
instead smudged
like a fog blanketing
all my six senses

father

Is this the dream?
I ask to you--
Is this the dream you dreamt in your
sleep,
of golden coins and diamonds cut
just so
falling from your lips
while in your chest rests a
chest, locked and rusted
green with age and sights and
what has been placed
at the ending checkered flag?
And yet, as Midas turns you,
standard of
america
--after all you can eat steak now and how wonderful it all is--
your heart and hand hardened
and dropped the key somewhere down the
yellow bricked road