Atheist Baptism

Two steps forward, one step back
paths divide like cells
all we sinners dressed in black
ringing mourning bells

stayed for a minute, in the
soft glow of the light
poised yet full of yearning
passion about you, hot and bright
desires disconcerting

We were two, then one, then two again,
as if we never even started
but that’s the flow of life
here one day, the next – departed.

Currents

nothing drives you, faster, harder
than desire for the truth,
for some respite from the monotony of living.
breathe in/breathe out,
laid out on the altar,
all wrapped up in linen and adorned with spices.
caress my skin and feel my very cells flow through your fingertips,
fire in your kiss, yet sweet softness,
every second like water – devoured before it’s cherished.

Ode to New Orleans

Strolling down Bourbon Street, centuries of pain and beauty beneath our feet,
Dancing on the heels of the greats to a rhythym the city seems to make from out of nothing,
en Louisiane,
à La Nouvelle-Orléans,
We’re alive, like the jazz, and smoke, and black magic floating through the air,
we’re wild, we’re free.
I love you, I love you, Je t’aime, Je t’aime,
Down by the Bayou, drunk on Rue Dauphine, on St. Charles Street,
Tracing the footsteps of Degas,
of Hemingway, Capote, Williams,
Sweet city beneath the sea,
Hold steady, hold on tight.

revelries

break down, fever thoughts spilling out of you, try/fail, love/hate, rinse/repeat

she kisses like she knows you
your bodies all too close
her lips a strawberry paradise

ducks move past you
you’re floating in the river now
a half light cigarette as you called him up the stairs

he tastes like dove and fresh regrets
but his hands fall in all the right places,
sins left all over the floor

sailing out to sea
skin glistening in the sunlight for the last time
the water devours you like a delicacy, slowly fills your lungs

break down, fever thoughts spilling out of you, try/succeed, love/unconditional, rinse/repeat

Sage Advice

Never trust anyone you can’t break the law with,

Nor a soul who’s never been heartbroken.

1,000

severing ties
after years spent roaming gardens, galleries, dive bars and billards halls,
a thousand cigarettes and secrets spilled in alleyways between us,
telling me exactly how much the world owes you,
recounting everything you’ve done to deserve what you have,
confessing your darkest sins,
proclaiming your innocence,
raving about your talents, hopes, dreams – disappointments.
I was your shoulder,
your brother, your blackhole.
You were my Brutus.
This isn’t the first time and it wouldn’t have been the last,
This isn’t the first time and what a drain to have to put your pieces back together again,
This isn’t the first time, but the difference is,
I’m wrapped in soul-encompassing love now,
so for all I care, you and the rest of your world can go straight to hell.

March Means It’s Almost Spring

Wide open spaces, a thing I’d never known before,

Held court in cafés and nightclubs.

Took lovers in backseats in darkened alleyways,

And in tiny rooms, crammed full of books and secrets, and one too many half-smoked packs of cigarettes.

Now I have half the second floor to rattle around in and my soul love to keep warm at night,

Still I crave more wide open spaces.

More vacations,

Endless wilderness and deserts stretching far beyond the eye can see,

And the sea rushing in to mingle with sand beneath our feet.

I’ve swallowed ashes and spit blood for this,

(I let their words define me, let

fear guide each step, let the past haunt and the future consume my every thought),

I’ve died and been reborn for this.

Wide open spaces,

To grow up and grow old with you in.