Rhizome

Persephone of the Pomegranates and Persimmons
It was quaking summer winnowing me into graves 
Scimitar Season the heaving earth was shaking summerfall
I witnessed the revenant of a distant deity
Eldritch ribs of the whispering night 
It was desire like a railway delivering me to delight
Maybe the horizons were bloodshot 
Maybe we were forgotten by the gods 
I surrendered to spears of lightning in black late summer skies
They were silver and annihilating as the hilt of knives 
the cicadas were screaming into summerfall
Divine Darkness 
I let the wounded moon interrogate me  
Captive was the pantomime corpse of God 
Even the hunter murmured 
Even the alchemist was mutilated by daylight this time 
Siren of the Satellites  
Siren of the Sargasso Sea 
Tediously the worlds turn before the violence of reality
Oh the Rhizome I was dying in
I witnessed the rising tides of Paradise 
Every evening was a Cargo steamer
The sinking titanic was leaving 
Disordered like the deadlands lilies
Recursive and decadent Hell 
Ruin—it was rising!
Ruin—it was surviving!
I was shrinking like the Pandemonium Moons
Consuming the unborn in a nocturnal shore 
Rooted to the black roads I chose 
I was drunk on devastation
While the furnace sun rose like a scarab of mangled dawn 
Madonna of the gnawing crags of the abyss and Madonna I cannot believe I survived this the benedictions I witnessed burning and breathless on the darkness roads that I chose burning and breathless Descent wayward traveler I went 
Arsenic in my Abode 
Yes, I was titanic sinking in the sacred chasms 
Of the late darknesses I had forgotten 
Siege of disfigurements 
Be my undoing 
I made an abode in the Drowning World 
Confession I was famished in a firefeast
Mute as the seams of ghosts
Even silence has its variances  
Miriam of the Miracles 
I saw the interstitial worlds slipping 
Under the spellwork of sunlight
It was desire like a starved moth to the snake of streetlights 
Angel and anarchist
Thought evening was a sea of glass but it was an aqueduct 
All the World was Wound
And you left too soon 
What a dream, famine 
I was a fledgling of desire 
Like the grimaced visage of a martyr with stigmata 
Absinthe Twilight 
What a haven desire it was a madhouse I was found in 
A disorder of the insomniac mind 
Some bygone bacchanal in the cicada late summer skies 
Dénouement I had forgotten 
The currents of aquatic darkness 
There were shipwrecks on the black banks 
Singing starlight 
I was dying in an Asylum of harbor lights
Madonna of the Paradoxes 
We were roadside deer in the Empyrean 
All the miracles were vanquished 
And I witnessed—
An alcove of martyrs 
The divine armies had forgotten me
The Instability of the Immaculate! 
It was desire we were marshaling 
And desire we were sure of 
Creature of the thunderheads
To me, the freeway interstates were seas 
The siege! 
It was a solstice and a solace to me 
Madonna of the Dark Bays
Seized by the sabotage of Days
Like roadside Graves the vultures desecrated
Ceaseless and devastating ends 
Summoning the God of Genesis
Ruin—it was rising!
Ruin—it was surviving! 
Persephone of the Permissions
You left summer twinkling like Absinthe Twilight
It was desire windmilling light
If not Eros it was a brilliant pantomime 
Again, I was seized by the Diviner devotion
Divine Darkness that I had forgotten 
Even my hollow bones were masquerading as alive
Winged like bloodshed horizons 
All the whale-oil worlds were going on by 
It was desire that preordained our demise
Shepherd of the berserk splendours 
We were mourning moons in a serenade of light 
Every sunset was a red menagerie that I missed 
The Chaos perished and the Chaos persisted
And I was the Catalyst
Blindfolded caryatids of many darknesses
And I witnessed dismembered dreams 
Like worlds passing in front of me 
Red bloodshot horizons receding on suicidal nights
Like they knew of our wounded worlds
And every sunset was stitched in sinews
And the living oblivions were homing like pigeons  
Nectar of the Empyrean 
Tincture for the leeching Lotus Eaters
And I was glad to drink it! 
A menagerie of angels marshalled in all the darknesses I had forgotten 
In the honeyed hills 
It was desire pooling blood like a vertigo of moons
Wounded of my choosing 
Death diviner, I witnessed
All the churning worlds ending before me 
Gypsies of the Bygone Ages 
It was the ancient darknesses I raided 
It was desire outliving the veins of language 
Even the angels were red and arterial like blood moons 
Everlasting basilisks in the church bells 
Echo there were a pandemonium of Angels in the Thunderclouds 
Madonna was a governess of the stolen solstice 
I said the Gods were Geodes in erosion 
I said the Nectar of the Empyrean was a Sabbath Witch (and I feared it) 
Driving on the interstate oblivion snowfield 
Like a laced nightingale I was a prisoner of the Lattice 
Surviving comet ice 
Madonna of the speechless and the straying 
I was incandescent in the Cardiac Arrest Night
Madonna of the leprostic void, replicating in Absinthe Twilight 
I wanted to forget the past
But it was the past forgetting me 
Boughs and boughs of resound oblivion
I made a debt to Daybreak to not forget 
Catacombs of darkness in cardiac arrest
The angel armies were assembling 
Already we were mortal morsels 
Like a chambered nautilus from exuberant dead reefs 
ARREST I WAS AWAKENED
ARCADIA I AM
ARCADIA I FELL 
I endured the desecration of delight
While you were harvesting dragonflies 
Even the sunbeams broke into susurrations 
Madonna of the Monsoons 
The churning summer storms swept me to sea 
I witnessed the battalion of stags
All the Storms in their Stations 
Devouring and cowering before citadels of light
Shepherd of the lonesome and lesser moons  
Geode Gods flooded the moonscapes with coyotes 
The soundless slaughtered were forgotten 
And I was in godless obedience to unfurling oblivion
Lifeless as the white entrails of an orchid throat 
Merciless private ruin 
Evict me from the light
I wanted all the gods to devastate me 
It was desire like the hysteria of angels 
Shepherd of the solstice suns and the woven gods undone
In the creeks of irreversible Eternity
Madonna of the extinctions
Madonna of the flesh testaments 
Like a talisman of the counterfeit empire 
Incarcerated in a streetlight oasis
I decapitated fire-flower heads 
Burning with the murder moons and the finger birch
When the smoke seasons were vestiges
Torched and godless we were forgotten
When the raving Maenad of radiator darkness cried out  
Madonna was as silent as the lambs inside a wolf carcass 
We migrated to beautiful oblivions like emperor butterflies 
Once again, the screaming seasons were leaving me 
The Tripartite-Fire God was wheeling light 
I slept in an outrage of fragmented darkness 
Dreaming a disaster that would outlast us like Daggers of Dusk
The infinities were gilded and distant universes 
Madonna of the Maenads, twirling in Absinthe Twilight 
Remember me, save me, the nymph of Ovid echoed
It was Annihilation in a Daydream