Category archive: An Intimate Revue of Eczema

autumn subsides to the first frost
skyscraping mirrors wince now
as the sun gives them her back
the city’s bustle fades to an echo

I can see the caliginous climate
inhaling souls from peoples mouths
lank & luteous wisps shelter my face
as your pout warms the tip of my nose

but I find no warmth behind your lashes
only these obdurate maelstroms
– or what they call
the windows to your bitter soul

urbane hands of
a candle wax hue
adroit & endowed
with many a craft
apprentices of a muse
and then some

with these dexterous
tarantulas
an oriental hyacinth
painted the Sahara
with an azure sea
& the sun
with an olive tree

her spindly roots
would trace the paths
of nerves & veins
of the local dead
as she prepared them
for Azrael to take

with menstrual ink she
daubed adobe walls
with filigreed poetry
weaving fabrications
& lies – none the wise
into robes of comfort
& a carefree mind

a fallen inamorato
with luteous wings
interwove new threads
with spittle of acid
that flowed
into her blood
bringing it to a boil

a tempest would but
cloud her being
but being a healer
& a necrologist
she would only smile
as a waning moon
& enceinte at night

but after the dove flew
migrating to somewhere
unkown
never to return
the sorrow of parasitic love
left its lesions
on her
precious hands

tracing the groove of a plum
 with my tongue
all the while indulging in
the sultry mist by which it was waxed

the taught, pseudo-vinyl coat
 slowly peels
(revealing a putamen too small
 - to dare preach any further)
as the fruit lapses into reverie
onto athirst lips
which part too eager to consume

stridor succumbs to murmurs as
polished orb glazes over with estrus fervor
for not all drupes which drip
sapid juices of tepid gest
 come
from the refrigerator