THE HORNS
Monday
all
I just want to make love like the first time we met in the
dark
When I had no clue what to do. When you taught me all the
Right moves. All my trust, I put into you... As you whisper,
Your fingers linger, tracing my hips up to my lips. As we
Kiss the night melts into an abyss and my soul is whole.
Take me back to my first time I made love
question mark
We grow like flowers
without the May Rain
January is a strange time of day
When the birds wear sweaters and
The crows have gold eyes
I can set fire to the fields with
My mind and only
Time can determine birth
Of my sister. When blues
Turn to blacks and the Moon
Doesn’t shine. The winters
Shall be cold, until the day
I die.
two rings
Take a bite out of my heart
Let me know how that
tastes
When love doesn’t live here anymore
When nothing exists, My heart turns
To dust and my bones
Being to decay. When teeth
Fall out, just stick them in
My brain: where thoughts of
Us used to live and sing. Now
Only dark things dance in the
Middle of the day. When I
Said I loved you, I meant it.
I gave you my world and you
Ate it. Before myself, I would
Place you on a pedestal, with
Berries and branches with love
And feathers. I just ask you one
Thing,
“take my heart, step on
My soul, but please dear god
Leave my nose whole”
to wear the blood of the WOLF.
I will not speak of the time
When angels died the morning
Our relatives were mourning and
Sobbing. The death of our
Queen is what we observe.
Through the woods,
Through the branches
I could see the butterflies display
Their wings and the tears
Of crows wash away the
Afternoon. As soon as the
Moon shows us the meaning
Behind triangles and broken
Flower petals. I hear my
M o t h e r from afar, as the
Blueberries
start
to
form.
Wednesday
today’s feels
When your mouth hurts to smile
When all you see for miles and miles is
n o t h i n g. Empty. G O N E.
When the tears that pour from
Your broken eyes don’t feel anymore
Where darkness takes over and it’s a mad RUSH.
R U S H. RUSH.
Now nothing.
Empty.
G O N E.
Seeping into my mind more and more
Like dust, like dirt.
Sweep my bones into the
Pile of problems
Behind the door.
Tuesday
no where to go
i never dot my little i's
and i have scars on both knees
my elbows are as pointy as a
chicken bone and i have
brown eyes.
since when did it matter
to own a ladder, to
clean the gutters?
the neighbor is hiding
inside of my
basement, while spiders
crawl and rats sing him
the sleep. the stairs
led to a place, the cats
don't even go.
i never dot my little i's
and i have scars on both knees
my elbows are as pointy as a
chicken bone and i have
brown eyes.
since when did it matter
to own a ladder, to
clean the gutters?
the neighbor is hiding
inside of my
basement, while spiders
crawl and rats sing him
the sleep. the stairs
led to a place, the cats
don't even go.
"i'll send my blessing my dear"
as i speak, my voice cracks
my hands are too busy cutting
his teeth. to save the soul, even
if it's dead. to heal the wounded,
I must take the teeth. shaking
like a branch on a raw November
night, the knife slips.
" I said I will send my blessings,
you shall now leave before the
trees fall asleep and no one
can show you the way"
Monday
1021
if the world loves you
it will set you free
beneath the clouds
above the sky
when angels start to cry
love is fragile,
love is nice
rip my heart to pieces
kiss the rose one last time
around and around
all we do, before time is
stale
and the skulls on the mantle
keep starring at me.
i was on your side before you
let my soul die and you hung
it up to dry. water once fell here
as the love in the room began to
fill the sky
and nothing broke, everything
felt the same. the walls began
to spin and i forgot my name
when it comes to Sickle Moon Peaks
and your mother's brown eyes
tears run off your face into the arms
of the unborn.
before we give him air, let's
see if he can swim.
if the world loves you
it will set you free
beneath the clouds
above the sky
when angels start to cry
love is fragile,
love is nice
rip my heart to pieces
kiss the rose one last time
around and around
all we do, before time is
stale
and the skulls on the mantle
keep starring at me.
i was on your side before you
let my soul die and you hung
it up to dry. water once fell here
as the love in the room began to
fill the sky
and nothing broke, everything
felt the same. the walls began
to spin and i forgot my name
when it comes to Sickle Moon Peaks
and your mother's brown eyes
tears run off your face into the arms
of the unborn.
before we give him air, let's
see if he can swim.
Friday
CEMETERY
TALES
I don’t want
to die with money to my name
Shred this
shit to pieces and set it to dust
The creases
in between my dead eyes
Hold secrets
only my Mother knows
When the Priest
knocks on your day
Throw eggs to
the sky and watch
The dead
babies cry, Tears of death, tears
Of bones. As
white as the Holy Ghost himself
The ink seeps
in
Finally my eyes stopped bleeding
With the news the bombs the guns
they wouldn’t stop
Feed my soul to the dead man in the closet
While the fire consumes the house, I sit back
And grin
With a heart full of glass and a mind full of knives
Bury your wives in my backyard tonight
Brick dreams, army green,
NO EXIT.
Chapped lips like old carpets.
To the depths of the mountains, to the bottom of our sea.
The seasons suggest, the feelings within, bringing me deep
Skies cry when the children don’t come home at night
There will be death and there will be birth accompanied by
A full WOLF moon. The stars will dance around Jupiter,
The fire will ignite the angry women of the night
Men will carry the skulls and the candles while the midnight
Moon follows closely behind the shadows of our deceased
Sisters. With roses in their hands and gold in their eyes,
The trees are slowly dying this evening.
Wednesday
a line that doesn't end going in one direction
Bringing scissors to dinner while my sister sings opera
MOTHER IS GOING TO FAINT
Frying dinner eggs on top of the summer’s heat
on my brain walls chipped wallpaper decorate
while the glass lamp speaks to me in French
bring a dinner plate and gold forks
we will eat dad’s brain tonight
spots on a cow.
Dancing around the fire with thoughts, love, mischief
A confused mind, untied, undone, about to unwind
Notes that were scratched on napkins, cups, my palm
Trace my heart in the sand like a blind man
Thoughts, feelings, nightmares creep through
My father once told me, “Enjoy your time,
We won’t get out alive”
s p a c e
Light the candles, eat
the evening and say your goodbyes
Sand in my front pocket
for you to tell your secrets to
When the clock hits
seven, the ghosts come out to play
And the clouds turn a
type of bone grey. The ocean is
out to swallow us whole, while we let the
children
sing and watch the church
burn up in flames
Our sins are sent to
heaven tonight
Winter is cool.
I wish my birthday was in the month of October
To watch the breeze blow by in a haze filled sky
Drinking tea with the crows and hiking with the
Burnt orange leaves. The taste of October must
Feel nice after a long swim to the Harvest Moon.
When the howl of the Wolf brings me the energy
To celebrate, bats and rats dance in the streets
I wish my birthday was in the month of October
farmhouse blues.
I use my teeth to
scratch my eyelids
And my legs to run from monsters
Painted tiles,
ceramic minds, glass clocks
Pour more coffee
into my eyes and watch the
Rain pour from
mountains and skies
Blood painted across the August Sun
Praying for the
young and their future
Asphalt hats will
steal your thoughts
While churches try
to save the dogs
Rice and brains,
cheese and cranes
To the top of the
mountain my heart
Sings.
Monday
mornings
when I don’t want to wake up
When
love feels like rain on my naked skin after the sun sets. Like the velvet touch
of your lips upon my hips. Sinking deeper and deeper into the sea of blankets.
Your hands, your fingers, your touch. Silk touch. Feeling like the moon, you
rise above my soul. Our tongues touch, the stars shine in and the night is
ours. With love that is made with no time to stay. Steal my eyes and tuck me
in.
Spacing between space and TIME.
When the lights don’t wake me up, when the ants crawl on my
face. My eyes are a dark kind of black and my lips are colder than winter. The thoughts
that bring emotion with the red sea. And the places where bees like to sing.
When the tops of my toes fall off and my hair turns grey, when the mail doesn’t
come and the old men sing. Church is a place where the devil can dance and the
children can laugh. Do you believe in the words of the unknown?
DO YOU?
I need a place to hide
my secrets.
My cat has a big mouth
and my neighbors listen to me talk to the moon.
So here are the beads,
the seeds, the kneading
of the bread will take
days, unless you tilt your head and dance under the full moon.
When the stars rain and
Saturn calls, take the leaves with a gut full of GOLD.
Tell the children where
their mother really went and lock the door.
The keys are on the
ceiling, the words are about the leak on the walls.
Dates with a meaning and
a dog without a leash: WELCOME HOME big brother.
Here, there, everywhere.
Buildings and sidewalks, ideas and thoughts.
The blind man held the door for me this morning.
Goes to
show what really is blind to the man.
Wearing
the slacks of a dead lady, I lay my body down.
The birds sing me to sleep. Walking on my way to work, I forget my name and the
clouds begin to dance.
Day fourteen.
Howl at the moon
Tears
in my eyes. Crystal clear, like May Rain,
Like
walking in the woods alone,
Like having somewhere to sleep at night.
When the sun and the horizon meet,
The
birds dive deep. DEEP. D E E P.
Deep
into the clouds where angels weep and roses turn to dust.
The houses where our parents slept. Where the
windowsills fill
With flower pots and dirty coffee mugs. The
weather seems to be
Nice in this area. CLOUDS. Here where mountains
move like months change,
Like butterflies raise their wings, when the
thunderstorm lets you in .
COLD LIKE THE SEA, HAPPY LIKE THE WIND.
The
creases on each page, the words that stare blank.
Meet me at the end.
Friday
Thursday
pine
a deep sigh, the
sun crept in.
her large hat
hide her forest green eyes.
in the back of
her mind sat a spider’s nest.
one, two, three
babies are in there, alone.
as she spoke she
pulled a lizard out of her
ear and laughed
up letters. we couldn’t tell
what was wrong
with her, besides her
left thumb
missing. some people wander
and others they
care. this poor soul had
no one to care
for and nowhere to go.
below her picture
which is now framed,
we light a pine
candle and say her beautiful
name: only on
Mondays- that was her day.
Wednesday
Tuesday
CREAM
IN THAT.
I will
bury my sins under the earth’s mouth before we meet again. My shoes remind me
of your cautious eyes and metal heart. When we first met, under the apple tree,
you gave me a pocket full of teeth. From the warriors of the Earth, off of the
forest floor. Made with joyous remarks and handshakes for the men, the train is
gone. Like the November rain: cold, damp and sad. When love is looking for a
heart to sleep in, but you are too tired to even lift an eyelid. Sun shadows
dance on my wall, while I fall asleep to the cloud’s tears lightly touching my windowsill.
before the sun after the dawn
Things are afraid of us,
the seas we swim in,
the world we sleep with.
Things are afraid of us,
the seas we swim in,
the world we sleep with.
The sky makes a bed,
the sidewalk cracks let the light in
the sidewalk cracks let the light in
Men of the city march,
the child in the church is
parched and the needle is his arm is black
the child in the church is
parched and the needle is his arm is black
Follow the moon to find your
way home with the sun
on your right shoulder.
way home with the sun
on your right shoulder.
IRON
SPINE.
Bulletproof
Like hardwood
Like white thoughts
Sounds that don’t make sound.
Let us
dance to the Crescent Moon and make friends on the way.
With a
backpack full of books and a heart for of roses, the stars show us the way.
I wish I was able to set fire
to things with my mind,
Like
the thoughts that paint the walls of my brain, there once lived a moose.
Where the days feel like
winter and your mother’s hug reminds me of
January.
When the tongue of your lover has been sitting upon the pavement.
Like marble tile
love, like bubble gum water.
Bring the saints, and
bring your sorrows- The King Will be HERE Soon.
when your bones need a scratch
I wish
I was dead
I would
have more friends.
The dawn
of the sounds
The way
the trees sway.
I’ll
just go back to the sea.
I’ve
had a taste of the Harvest
Moon
and I must say the
Night
tastes like angels dancing
In the
dark like after a hurricane
In October
and a gentle kind
Of Spring.
I wish
I was dead
I would
have more friends.
The dawn
of the sounds
The way
the trees sway.
