“He Comes”
Like flowers in the tracks of loss
He comes, He comes
Like treading water
He comes
Like ailment in the veins of love
He comes, he comes
Like the death of a child
He comes
Amidst the brooding trail to dust
He comes, He comes
A promise bled to exceed trust
He comes
Within the vale of our escape
He comes, he comes
Beyond these walls, a winding way
He comes
“Death Knows Where”
Going down, your naked body quake
the sun that eats the meadow,
is a suicide
Mother wound, the tilted sky we stole
Its images will shatter,
everything we are
All to nothing
We yearn
wounded in postures of birth
Going down, crying in our sleep
as we implore the border,
for the things we fear
Tender hands, caress your shivering back
The truth you bear will murder, everything
you are
All to nothing
We yearn
wounded in postures of birth
All to nothing, we yearn
Wounded in masks
Breathing blood
You’re running down my legs
The scars I bear shall witness
Amidst the brooding trail
All to nothing
We yearn
wounded in postures of birth
All to nothing, we yearn
wounded in masks
“A Buried Sun”
Straining all, in longing
through continents of dust
All is forgotten, and helpless
as a sun goes up
in the night
A buried son for
your desolated heart
We’re reaching backwards
You took a cloven bow
to slit your tender veins
Oh how we laughed
Clambering up, like a drowning child
and you drink me, in the furrows of pain
Once the seed is cast
on the field of night
and I’m yours beyond recall
A buried son for
your desolated heart
We’re reaching backwards
You took a cloven bow
to slit your tender veins
Oh how we laughed
Pour through your mouth, love
and stars go out
like little eyes
well up with tears
I am serene
as Satan comes
in yearning rifts
where I may die
The brink persuades
She holds a horses head
the cunt of coal
is my loving grave
I shall be there
when the light is swallowed
and the trumpets of heaven
are open sewers
You are the naked youth
at the ladder of hell
You are the corpse
that comes in grass and gold
deep through the gardens
to lend a key
Free your pale steed within me
and immerse your clouds of stone
All this is killed and made perfect
as the sun goes out
in my eyes
A buried son for
your desolated heart
We’re reaching backwards
You took a cloven bow
to slit your tender veins
Oh how we laughed
“Pallid Hands”
I saw a lover in those shadows
a fusion in the wake of death
that took its rear
in tracks of sanctity
like bodies crushed
in piercing light
For we are theirs, and in its distance
there is a concord that demands
even the slightest of all ventures
to shed the world
and go along
Four pallid hands
on a wounded back
Your shrines are open eyes
Formed in the junction of disruption
In trembling archs of bleeding doves
By pallid hands of inner murder
caressing my cheek,
with profound smiles
Four pallid hands
on a wounded back
Your shrines are open eyes
in an empty room
When the chord of wound resounds
in everything
and the corpses turn inside
I know who comes
For a wounded back
Take the pallid hand
We are destroyed
Four pallid hands
on a wounded back
Your shrines are our open eyes
in an empty room
When the chord of wound resounds
in everything
and the corpses turn inside
I know that he comes
“Lavender”
Come and kiss the unclean hand
For a field of ink below
As I falter on the verge
With a blade in my arms
I’m the ending as it comes
Drawing nearer
Spilling from its mouth
There’s a room between the waves
Where i’ve written my name
For the boulders in death
And the violet you drain
I’m the ending as it comes
Drawing nearer
Spilling from its mouth
You come without
And all falls within
There is a light in the world
There is a stone to the head
And I trace in maps of blood
From my arm to the ground
And i mistook you for the sea
As you washed away this life
I’m the ending as it comes
Drawing nearer
Spilling from its mouth
My beginning as you come
Always clearer
Through the purple blood
I’m the ending as it comes
Drawing nearer
Spilling from its mouth
“Sister”
Blood sweeping mirrors
A stag comes through the night
Once we return
for something we lost down there
Sister, we’ll turn to nothing
You drip with languid ash
Our heartbeats go
in dust to dust to dream
The slopes of our memory tremble
where we are killed
The toil of your broken eyes
are opening
And the hour begins
Night was no longer as we knew her
The ailing hour became the way
Sister, sister
We drown in living silver
Immutable like deaths
Remembering
the tracks we found down there
It’s singular, like suffering
It’s all I’ll ever gain
Returning now
to take us there again
We run back
into the clouds
in its white
I see you pray
Blood sweeping mirrors
A stag comes through the night
Once we return
for something we lost down there
“Horses in the Ground”
The room it unearths
undresses me slowly
I beg them to cut my throat
We crawl through the ground
our bodies are worthless
the gaunt sky is treading oil
Let us dispel the question
and make him ready for its arms
The purging love
that stops the heart
opens the cracks of my aim
Yes I’ve understood
with noose and with sickle
The beauty we saw down there
We hung from our feet
and bled into buckets
our daughters were holding flowers
Let us dispel the question
and make him ready for its arms
The purging love
that stops the heart
opens the cracks of my aim
I rip up the sails
from the frozen ground
We drift in damp stone
to the sound of blood
The wet mouth is black
its whispering my name
to leap through the rain at dusk
Let us dispel the answer now
to make him ready
for the arms that break
The purging hand
that shows the way
points to our open graves
“Inmost Nigredo”
It won’t be long when morning comes
we’ll pattern our adamantine waste
A stranger waits along this road
to take me home
There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
on an ailing shore, where it strands
In every language I’ve confessed
Its haunted name
Where death opens her thighs
Our paramour of broken tides
You saw us die
I’ve gathered myself
There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
on an ailing shore, where it strands
For a vestige of closure
in the pool of an eye
that gained sight in a darkness
that was long before night
I come to say my name, I said
I know he wants it where he goes
I know it takes my lot to live
I know it takes this world to die
In mirrors digged up from the earth
I see myself
lambent upon my childhood fields
in wounds
There is something when you draw near
I destroy all things I hold dear
Drink the light from a gibbet’s hand
on an ailing shore, where it strands