we all live in the garden of roses (2021)
Sweated in the courteous breast of Goddess Horae
a marble gate stretches in the heat of Greece.
A sea of roses lines the Garden of Flora.
A woman of marble who glistens olive oil
plucks up a seed from Antheia’s grasp
and returns her body to the soil.
She calls upon Helios to cast down his light
and bless the darling buds with gold
to become as scarlet as Ichor’s delight.
Aphrodite bleeds tears for her lover’s spoil
so that the petals quench their thirst
and returns her body to the soil.
The great lungs of The Anemoi blow aura
over the upturned hands of the blooms.
A sea of roses lines the Garden of Flora.
The clouded fingers of Thanatos’ coil
a withered soul to their place of rest
and returns her body to the soil.
A sea of roses lines the Garden of Flora.
June 29th, 1886 (2021)
On the warmest night of summer’s June
In the graveyard by the sailor’s dock
Under the pale struck light of the blue moon
over a sepulchre stands a nighthawk.
With an instrument cocooned in its hands,
And its face dug into the dirt,
the stone tooth embarks the land,
tears out the bustle of a skirt.
Feathers from Birds of Paradise
Scattered on a veil laced with string.
Between the grains, a finger of ice
Bound only by a wedding ring.
And the shadow kneels to the bride
And plants a kiss to lay his life.
Styx and Stones (2021)
Without body you float to that eternal gate
to face ten faces in the heat of flames,
whom unto your judgement await.
Three hounds that drip with enduring fate
lay eternally to Hades’ tame,
watch as your heart fades its weight.
Guided on the River Styx lies in wait
a figure towering with vacant frame,
one golden coin for soul to freight.
A woman ripe in beauty speculates
the narrow reach for her throne to claim,
watch as your heart fades its weight.
Feign purpose serve to accommodate
space without age phren or name.
Whom unto your judgement await.
Wander Asphodel Meadows to ablate
and to those darkened hills inflame.
Watch as your heart fades it weight,
whom unto your judgement await.
Lady of Death (2021)
There once was a ‘Lady of Death’,
Made all drink from waters of Lethe;
Their worries and fears
All but disappeared,
Right down to their very last breath!