Trilogy

I make love to
Summer heat,
Oppressive
As the essence
Of your presence,
While I pray for rain
To wash you away,
To cleanse the filth
From brittle skin,
Licked by sin
And the tongue
Of my trilogy,
My legs spread wide
All too willingly,
For minister,
Grandfather,
God.

Ghost

Today your ghost is loud
Clanking chains against the
Vault in my soul.

Past Life

It seems another life now,
The humid days
And torrid nights
Of her.
And still she haunts,
Hiding inside,
While I wonder
And wander
Into red hair wisps
Of the past,
Where her laughter lingers
And her tears stain
My sunken soul
On a black broken
Daily basis.
Ten years doesn’t
Do much to diminish
My love,
Nor the potency of
Swamp Ophelia’s waters,
Wrapped warmly round
Each time I drown,
In wondering, wandering,
And praying in vain
That someday
I’ll hold her again.

Fog

Gray fog kissing green
reminds me
of the man I never loved
and the land I've never seen.

Mark

Dark haired
Supposedly free
Silently tortured
Just like me
Open hands offering
What you could never
Give
And what I could never
Receive.

V

You still exist you know
Even if I don't.
And I still wear black lipstick
Even if it isn't all about you.
I don't dream of you anymore
At least not when I'm asleep
And I don't think of you anymore
At least not when I'm high
And I don't look for you anymore
At least not on Sundays.