V.W.f.B.P. ch. 2

Violent Words for Beautiful People

ch. 2

*|BRAP|*

she strode back lit beneath the tundra lunar mountains / a rain of combustibles not the snow to the soft rocks covered / gambit between her teeth / she ground the suits colorsfeverently into sparks coffer valuable as the armor we shed together / first the gauntlets then the breast plate / the gilded slot spattered head piece wheezed distressingly from chin across brow and off her face entirely / her spiraling onyx locks hissed then faded as dying cobras as they came to rest bouncing anti conquer flag motionless with a chasing pace / limitless spit string stung tranquil guise in stature / much akin to four post bed boards with poles the handcuffs glimmered released to ease in the after glow / still warm and almost skin toned remembering the blizzard torched upon them / when our war was haughty and fragrant enough we were split wide in the likeness of heart monitors off beat and the Sahara plains horizon somewhere along our tongues travels from freckled nose to the base of a thick goatee deep with your scent / few happenings on the face of the planet surpass the power to stop time as laughter during sex / messages opaque spanned me like gloves fit eloquent comfort undeniable there is certainly no restraint of these things that I do crave / so I sang songs into her body / hymns flow up stream filling every space of her being exiting out amplified by thechakras her extremities and taut cheeks bludgeoned the space coating moans / bereavement of organic tremulants shattered beyond decibel conception one would swear this cathedral and bell tower were of ancient stories / oral tradition kept in the farthest places of her mind / even thelocal's memories became fanciful expletives sputtered at a rate fluxed as the stones in the market's open walls / chiselings of her crucibles lower abdominal calls resounding continuously with every drop / crashing loudly from the court yards fire fountains and wind falls / if the cobble's cat eyed scrawls could talk the priests swept aside would transcribe tales of public hangings / there hasn't been one for decades butlordy knows what positions righteous men would bend to bring that blindfold back / so I maintain focus by keeping my ear to the leper's lips for it's at the base of the smoke stack that the coals smolder brightest / and no they don't spit fire or spectacle or call out to speak with anyone in particular / even me / but as they enunciate four looping syllables "oms" "for" "the" "poor" resignation as ambient as the black sun's reflection of the clock tower's face onto the empty space where the gallows lived / where the mortar sieved fluent / it's origins being the rock and flagstaff you know trickled here from abroad / her broad shoulders lowered comfortably onto comfort with the same ease their prophets retold her past as if into the future with such clarity those stories became synonymous with omniscience / herferocity with congruence / my superfluous intention / war calls and bed moans / the space between our heavy maul proved the mauls themselves a shield worth erecting

V.W.f.B.P. ch. 3

Violent Words for Beautiful People

ch. 3

*|MOVING PICTURES / ALL SO STILL|*

at first mind's eye polaroid you fragged me near trench sill dominating traffic / left airless / a shudder a childish man humble asunder on shaky knees / my mer de noms were so many until you caught my gaze and true focus of my winds was not necessary (you were sure to remind me of this as you stood tip toe on the tops of my kicks as you pressed your breath against the breadth of my lips) but I deemed a necessity / I deemed a single uplifting catastrophe reign to overturn inspire stars derail / enrapture comfort and confront me for bars last opus strange since four stanzas sounded clairvoyance in amongst the dark wood and brass / droplets sent crimson chaos theorying between the soft curls of hair / continuing the virtue / anti gravity hand held as analog poetry parted between the blades and dew brings coalescence reminiscent of new fronts approached strongly / the words ran like wine pooling imperfectly a cup astounds your navel jewelery and running... running... the many body parts yourboney hips could be construed as / canals / chunnels siphon the sweet between your whispers... quivering bottom lip whispers / sacred space silk folds and fragrant incenses / I dare not even speak for the next six and a half inches of sentence slips soft as farthest stars I know you keep deep / deep deep somewhere between flat stomach and the tail bones up turned cheek / when I touch you I smell you / when I hear you I taste you / when any single sense is engaged all of my senses experience with afractaling love that leaves me knowing what it is to be a part of the self similarity that I see all around me / to look into your eyes and know that we are the same thing / the same being / to know you know this also / I do not simply lose myself in your eyes / I lose everything in everything else / there is no vessel / there are noplaines no pains no vestiges to find round here / no trestles no dope no messages no hope no kinmanship no fear / no threads no kicks or caps no happenings not ever an "it is" never a single perhaps / no constraints no brains no blue skies no conflicts and no remains / to the best of me your windows are as a physical reminder that perfectly personifies what it is to find balance / I lose everything in everything else / and in doing so I gain what I can only iterate as infinity / the 40 in my bag that never empties / my body breaks down the alcohol immaculately in a last ditch attempt to penetrate the toned muscles thread by thread / a loss of definition all reasonable doubt removed within the space of parted lips and utterance met / what it is indictment? these parameters callvicinity no more accurately than a monk and his cloak equal obsidian deep connection / now ask me again and I will tell you what is intimate what is sacred I will tell you what is ZEN.

V.W.f.B.P. ch. 4

Violent Words for Beautiful People

ch. 4

*|INFERNO & THE MIST|*

there is something about the way I love you from a distance / the viscous resistance train tracks attack louder with ever step you take away from me / thickest from another’s mountain peaks out of focus pastel shades degrade massive cliff sides into whatever your subconscious provides / and on this soft morning (bird calls below you the sound of clouds scraping against and through one another above) that provision comes solemn as ape faces in the mist / drawn downwards towards the bottomed out trees like poachers exploding motion the slashing of forests beauty mark blemished empty spaces replaced them with cages old age passed by in solitude and lonely / a vantage point graceless even in the presence likened intelligence fortuitous / so tell me what is relative / the shrewdness of apes rejected the answers slingshot around the planet / the thick creases in their palms told them better choir songs were the ones written by deaf Africans in the after glow of the house fire / bare foot tired / a single dread lock perhaps one of them named it panic / if only the elders had any parables formed from derivatives of what we high rise grown see when the signal falls dead / when the equator experiences frost bites and snow storms we experience the static / it is only in the metro I find my partnership with you pragmatic / without the webs of spinal steel jungle and concrete encapsulate light dodged as to remind and not forget / our solitude is done for / clearly as the enigma's wet hard hand has practiced

V.W.f.B.P. ch. 5

Violent Words for Beautiful People

ch. 5

*|COPPER|*

I am conscious of the empty space forever above me still I find myself in the body chamber and am glad that in these days that means something different / that the single bulb that once resound simply echoed from the rooms of the basement / bounced from door to bar stool to gathered laundry in the corner to concrete wall to stair well to window pane and not at all back again / echoed from the flash of switches blown the breaker out into the black night / across the blue and cut a crescent in the atmosphere leaked out the light / girl we called that shit the moon 'til the day it found the ground
...
and I find that the serpents I let coil around me do a lot more than just change color with the bending of my mood from moment to moment / they slither through my nerves and tell me things from the inside / that most of the time seem to intense to begin to try and describe / and I am learning the difference between what I believe is wrong what is living in the shadows and the beauty of the unknown

V.W.f.B.P. ch. 6

Violent Words for Beautiful People

ch. 6

*|I DID IT FOR YOU|*

as every page folds and tears / as every steam rose from paper coffee cups / mugs overturn / stains set in / the rain continues and the corners of brick buildings swivel in step with your streaming through the streets / every turn of my head / I open my mouth to call out to you a second too late nights still frame shot melancholic slates of my crescent moon hope for you / just one more time / just for four more minutes you said / but sugarbass I'm going to be late if I don't leave
please stay / we can make love all day long
I grasp your right hip shove my face into the crook of your neck breathe you in and spoon you as deep as I can
just for four more minutes
just
four
more minutes