Sunder

I slept til my appetite for it was gone.
I woke to tear and rumble and burn from the
inside out. Quiet creeps to my door now,
and erupts through the pores. Eye-glow,
spell-bind. Quiet creeps in through
the sockets in the eyes and feeds the
need for scream.
This is the loudest phase.
The crush will come.

Vacant

No longer.
New haunted.

Ghost gone.

My Ghost Returns

A glittering thing,
a glimmer, a song,
a slide and shimmy-
shake and long.
Longing is the gift
and ache. Aching is
the absence and lack.
If you want the witch,
entice her back.
The house will creek
the rafters moan, and
the magic enters by
tortuous path.
Balance, off, and on,
shift, laugh, the
madness and tears.
Ghost returns, the
seasons change.
Spirit neglected,
finds sustenance.
Beware, foul, fear
the glimmer, shimmer,
turn away. All things
in their time, turn and
re-turn.

Central.

You can't run away. From
the person-- you are,
there, you are, back where
it all began. The same
sickening and self-sick
creature, abject.

America

"Was America’s newfound self-confidence still so fragile that it required French approval to appreciate what was right under its nose?"

A Tangent

A skein flung and
light path bright
reel

May

Flame consumes all,
with no concern for the end.

The Witch Wants

It's time, she'll wait no longer.
Asunder and athwart, the
vile and hated shudder.
Witch wants and the
tremble starts, as the timid
tyrant melts. She knows now.
Secrets out, secret's dashed
the captors head open on the
stone of her hard sight.

Shudder

Down to the
end it goes.
electric.
Seize this day.

Salon Sanguinaria

I sleep in deep dark
to unmoor my shadow
Salon Sanguinaria
at the blink of Algol
There at third eclipse
your name in la red
web catch, blood draw
tangled in your dreams
dark, sinister, twist
twist, cocooned in
la red, la red in red
turn to stone, the
glittering path winds
your way. Tangled,
la red, woven, will
not let go.Cast in
deep, cast in the
darkest phase.
Medusa finally can't
be undone.

cast

From the top, July, 2013: The magician, two of cups, queen of cups.

Dress to Kill, to Kill in Black, to Writhe and Squirm... Dark in Spring is a Caution, Beware

Dark and only in the day and night,
Found and lost and never light,
Light and brighter than the stars
Burned out, so sweet and sordid
Did my time run out. Wish and
wait and strangled call, come to me,
my voodoo doll. Little dark eyes, and
dark mind and pin pricked skin, do
your worst now and bite bloody,
your candy sin. Dark and darker,
galaxy turn, turn on pinpoint,
an angel's twin, but twin like a
shadow, caught at the feet,
dragged and stretched and flattened
out. Shadow creep and her out, then
twist her bloody and bleed her out.
Rue the day and gnash and mourn,
the shadow flies in dark and seeks
your doom. Rue the day the hag
is found. Shadow seeks and shadow
finds, tracing out the glitter trail,
a plague, a fright a demon's tail,
Voodoo dolly sings a tune, that
sounds a rather lot like doom.

Invocation

on the point of infinity
the infinite to the center

syzygy

when clinging to the silver thread
tortuous paths cross dark rivers,
forests reek in mist and the minotaur
pursues. but what when the monster
crosses into waking and consumes all?
when waking is no longer refuge from
the nightmare and there is no thought
unconsumed?

Morning

Saw a sliver of evidence,
that the sky is still there, and blue.