The River Styx

My newer poems are found at crossing the river styx

Meditation



Meditating beyond the stones of ego

night sky: if children were stars


















night sky

(breath pause breath)

if children were stars 
the sky would shimmer the more
if planets were playpens
babies would fly amidst lore
if fairy tales were water
all  would be safe at the shore

hail neptune, moon, venus and mars
if only our children were stars













eurydice the harlot nymph

women are harlots and goddesses too,
and soaked robed nymphs.
toes damp when moist moss walking,
cloaked cloth cloaking the soul's lamp,
winged moth winging the fire

orfeo now listen

i am the goddess
the whore
the nymph disrobed and singing

i am the venus
the swan
naked and winging,
feathers damp from leg choking
i watch you vine soak ground.

unveiled
unloosed
and
falling,
i see the river nix

sing me now orfeo,
fuck me amongst the trees

styx song singing
























styx song singing
kyrie kyrie
waves slap wood

styx song singing
agnus dei
lambs and lullabies

on your slick bank
slipped i first was
scrapped by moist stone

slid i did
sing credo credo
hid i did
sing find me find me
sexed i shed all skin to bone


white skull singing
swimming not
floating yes
what does orfeo sing?


kyrie kyrie
doesn't matter what you say
doesn't matter if you paddle
only you hear the waves

kill the snake again orfeo
this is my agnus dei

inside me you moving, slashing
flesh to bone
sex to stone,


credo in now
credo out
in unum unum
dei dei

styx song singing
hush now listen
agnus little lambs


The Judgement of Paris




eyes and loins will pleasure seek
but be judged back for every move
at tit or tat
or sex style lacking

the length of thy rope is wanting,
a girth so small breeds taunting

judge as you will, Paris but
mirror thy flesh in ego's mesh
and scrape your squalid bones


Goddess and Snakes





























wet tomb singing
live tree snaking

arch of archetypes
pillar of dreams
the vaulted domes of god

sing me now sing
bring me now bring
the killing kyrie

bring what was brought
which was caught which was caught:
the hunter's kill now
eat we eat we eat we

tangled sycamore 
scrub stone river stone
mouth so hidden so hidden so hidden

sleep soft slime awake:

now run with ofeo
who (agnus dei) 
is ever you snaking
ever you ever you

agnus dei the snake slips away
returns to the mystery
of your grand kyrie

nude in the forest



























nude in the forest
thighs wrapped
'round bark,
sapped inside finally
by more than your bed,
not your hands but mine
traced the long limbs.

my smell is deep smell
i thought
as i circled the nubby wood

i thought of you and your forest
you as lover
you as spirit
you as all men

You mark a single tree,
i mark them all

your smell so angry
bark bristles

my smell so hungry
it needs more than marking

then,
hearing sap sounds
the tree pushed back,
other trees called into swaying

no wind moved the leaves - 
I did

my sap in their limbs now
up through their veins,
my smell on the leaves 

the leaves drank
pained with rhythm
they fluttered

dancing leaves on singing limbs,
the forest moved
as crusted bark,
scraped clean,
finally dropped to earth