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