Tybouts Corner

Pools and pools and pools of poison

Hundreds of thousands of pounds

Smoking and scorching and squelching and steaming

As they etch into the grounds

Piles and piles and piles of money

Made by men whose souls had died

Willing to glisten the wells below here

With toluene,

xylene,

insect killer, 

wafts of swaths of vinyl chloride 

Years and years and years of distance 

Making all the details tough to recall 

A meager fence the only warning

Of the biopersistence that encroaches its thrall 

ÆONS

I have always hated that trite expression "before time immemorial," 

For in the eyes of things like you and I we see the feeble youth of Time

If they better understood it would be "before space incorporeal," 

Their sheer perspective sloppiness- like restoration done with new cement instead of mortaring with lime

To Gabriel

Oh brethren angel, of my kind, who signs the end of things to come,

Whose horn harkens as His harbinger, but does not aid the onslught's drum,

A name that means the messenger— with a head and body eager to serve,

Take heed from the former cupbearer who has lost his edge and nerve,

Protect your heart, at least a little, if you believe you're simply not the best,

Because in due time this life will change the way you see yourself, the way you speak, the way you're dressed,

Stay and play and live a little and most of all have fun,

But take note now that it will never reach the day you are the one,

I mean no malice by this, I who once was in your spot, 

And voices warned me too back then— until I forcibly forgot,

I have nothing left to gloat over, no assertion that I'm better off today, 

From when my heart was smashed so thoroughly that I quickly lost my way,

Don't put up with the deciet as a way to pay your dues,

Or someday you'll be writing words of warning to the one who fills your shoes 

Delirious Repetition

You enter my life in such a physical way- how can it be that I love you so much? 

How can chaos rest its entropy in such stateliness and ord?

Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch

 

At first I feared this fantasy was nothing more than heartbreak's crutch

But the sexual excitement is itself a lethal sword,

You enter my life in such a physical way- how can it be that I love you so much?

As I teeter back and forth again, each motion softens the strength of my clutch,

My body longs to linger next to you, moves about on its sultry accord,

Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch,

Always blending all the boundaries; here I quell my urges to mar and to smutch,

Because you're beautiful in spite of me something so worthy of being loved and adored

You enter my life in such a physical way- how can it be that I love you so much?

The indistinguishable architecture- are the remnants here Roman or Dutch?

It fascinates me either way- that prowess inside you have stored

Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch

Lacking the usual embittering agents- where are the oxidizers and kutch?

How can a man of such deep piety lead me to thoughts so untoward?

You enter my life in such a physical way- how can it be that I love you so much?

Though it all goes gray when you're away- it reignites at the thought of your touch