by Steve Gigante
Fallen
jewel in a cave
collecting stardust
to coat the lay
and
mesmerize the gurgling
dreamless
stitchers
of
wasted fire
until
my sunlight drifts
across
leaves
you
scatter come Fall
and
a grey sky
searching
your smile,
touch,
song,
ghost
brown... eyes
softly... close
for
my lips
becomes the dawn
this
Beauty
will not...
ever
go
away
this
pretty death
of
marching feet
+
conspiring cherubs
where
your tongue finds my
taste
and
my mouth presses
yours
as
if
lightning alone
could
stone down my heartbeat
as
if
tornado + gale
could
seduce your hot breath
away
from
my
ear
listening now
for
the sound
of
your footsteps
given
to
legs
that
give
more
than
I
want
fuck
how
I
want
last
minutes
last
the
mind reading vines whisper :
"You
fool...
traipsing
along
with
that
ferocious
lump
in
your
throat
it
will
not
last
Go
to her!
Fall
on your knees and beg!
scream
mercy
in
one
last kiss on the lips over + over + over...
and
over
find
forgiveness
in
her
love soaked baby talk
close
enough
to
die
under
the
plucked feather
nightmare
falling
of
her
fingers
in
your
hand
bleeding
down
the arrow
you
now
must
clutch
alone"
Last
night alone in our bed
mostly packed
amazing
how long it takes me
to gather
up
such
a relatively small amount
of
belongings
tired
after finding so many
lost
memories
staggering around
looking
for
the heart
that
spawned them
little notes kissed
with lipsticked lips
a flower,
smiling, telling me
"Good
morning"
an unfinished poetry
book
maps of cities we bummed
around in
tapes +
lists
of
beautiful, beautiful
songs
I can't believe
I'm leaving
that
the moment will
happen
soon
the twisted scraping metal
moment
when
my skin will turn
into
dead, dark steel
lurching
under the gaze
of
pen light eyes
blind
to
a gasping heart
forced
to
become
the rubber
of
a 1940's Hollywood movie
hot water bottle
gone cold
but
now,
right now,
I listen to our music
and
cry
so
damned
heartbreaking
to hear
how
your poetry + melody
make
love
to
my strings + hands
how
rare this
there is no god
that
would take this
away
only
our failure to understand
the sparkling starlight
brilliance
of
the
meeting
of
two
such desperate souls
dreaming
in
each
crystalline moment
as
we
truly are
no,
G-d would
not
destroy
this
alone
When
the sun goes down it will be the last of us
When the sun goes down and the
dark twists me through
it
will be the last of us
All
my kisses will stagger around...... in the blind chill of night
All
my tears will burn holes in the sky...... by the dead moonlight
just sleep
with me here
in
our bed, my darling
just sleep
with me here
in
our bed, sweet angel
just
sleep with me
here
in
our bed
Dear
Beauty
one
last
time...
---
Loaded ---
Master
your
art and kill
the cruel demons
of
teenage invitation
pressing
drink & sloth
to your head
like
a
pistol
Warpath
of ghost towns
in
the midst of this chicken wire
in
the twilight of your fragrant fire
lining
the bombed out walls
in
which I tremble
under missing heartbeat's fresh
morning kill
........................
where dreams of flowering
kisses
taste
dried up streams
Spiderweb clockwork
gone fueling this aching torch
burning down your rotting porch
giving
gallant goodbye goosebumps
to
my old footsteps
halfway numb
but still in a trance
looking for a most glorious
dance
as
our wings stare the catapult sun
down to fly
Lightning struck smokestacks
in the gardens of our angry
birds
don't dig on worms - feed on
words
cracking
the sing song way
in which
I love you
asking nothing more than golden
flight
from placid moon
to
rip roaring night
that leaves me panting
here
beside you
alive in death
Hope
the mis-shapened murmurings of sunlit roller coaster cars careening
across
chipped-paint planks barely fitting into the pay-one-price puzzle
that
vaguely resembles this Life are keeping your ears perked up for the
next
glorious bout of dead-leaf-dancing Beauty come Fall...
I
will, lust raising snow traced
kisses, black mirrors thread
bloody prisms
missing, drenched moments
matter dreams matter
dampen streams doubled
over
barely
staring
reflect goner lipstick wave
wind, hair
out the car window, sleeping
bubbles, racing
past lies dead imaginary
gutting
love.
still.
here.
a wince
a
bad hand moving
over, skin
a
tumbler of desire
drunk
on
a
push to fight
strapped, baited stealing
clear conscience criminals
sacred cause
fast
sweat henhouse, framework
leering like foxes, guesswork
fucking, like Texas
sweet, clean
outside
timed feeding
hard, kernels
grasp/shape/claw/bawl
tonguing
the
fingerprint
Mercury gargled, "let go"
of
careful growth
of
riding your eyes
...out...
of
hunger
of
the ache
of
orgasm
closing
in
there
the
spirits
touch
shiver bright, kill,
laugh off abandoned rings
wake up long enough
to gasp
trade secrets
resurrect
pure fire lost about town,
country
stolen,
smiles weeping
the tasty edge of a
startled moan
(what)gives your furnace its
peculiar smell(?)
second
time
sitting
(come
sit...) on the gurney
the
ER IV dripping a quick new antibiotic
it
was
Amy's
first time
stabbing
an
arm
some
blood spurt
so
what...
hurt then
waiting for it to stop
stop
the killing
I
read the large poster on the wall in front of me many times.
It
explains the new Pediatric Sexual Assault Response Team [SART],
and
how, what with between 18 - 23% of local sexual assaults brought
to
the ER occuring to children 11 years old or younger, it is a
necessary
addition.
a
spider bite
is
a
stupid joke
compared to being raped
as
a
child
Prick...
...
my place
on
this
planet
tricked
ya
more + more
I
see
accused cheap swaths of society
not even
sold
down the river
but
hanging in suspended dissection
on
the information superhighway
where
the urge to rebel
to replace, to
restructure
to kill
in the name of... murdered
Justice
+
murdered
Hope
IS
DISTRACTED TO DEATH
I
have savaged your kisses
for
a
stake in this world
while
Divinity beckoned
beyond your red mouth
and
curls
still
our brown eyes are stars
campfire super nova
dance partners
alight
for
the night
that
is
dying
to end
with a slow, searching waltz
then
a curtsy
a glance
over one
shoulder
marching
into
the sun
love
love
love...
