The Dark Web

The Dark Web

In the apathy of WWW ruins, ghosts of TCP/IP roam the barren kingdoms

Of pavement artist and wiremen…

Misinformation and degradation of the innocents left to roast in URL’s of spit and blogs

High towers of cell, television, microwave and particle accelerator toast their meaning

Radioactive pod-casts, vapor trails of malcontents nurtured on personal ads as nanotech

I bled her, shred her, disposable as kitchen wrap

Viewed through the poisoned keyhole of my soul

She demolished space and time, warped perspective and found infinity

Where the swine eyed moon cowered from the blistering sun,

The souls engraving etched my dark tumors into her heart

The site was something like “harmony is a vision” – your visitation awaits

The cruel scammers, love jammers, the infidels of infidelity

The jealousy pirates lounging in deckchairs for the newlyweds

The lovers imbedded as jaded journalist in some war-torn peninsula of fates

It is severe and kitschy, rampant lethargy, eyes as dinner plates

Slumming and patronizing, a la carte amore, the waiters skim on skates

Like Sun Ra at the Kilimanjaro at the end of the ’80s,

Anvil heavy rhythms play out the musical chairs of fate

I loved her, I despised her, left letters of love shrouded in hate

I was matched with strangers whose dark souls I adored

I was terrorized by the calls for a true soul-mate

I researched, I lured, I lied, I cured and hurt the lonely, I broke their banks

I kneeled, not to pray, but sway the innocents, and butcher their wholesomeness

I lived in the shadows of the grace of widows, looking for that first date

I was a banker, a lawyer, a spaceman who has seen the empty edges of the universe

Where all the stars are counted, where truth has no grace, no time, no space

She loved me; she was like I, a darker version, a mysterious voyeur of loves leap of faith

And I accepted her; she loved our cruel bonds, our moods, our lies, our faithless sex

And I discovered that you could not lie about wantonness, the trust of flesh and desire

And I wanted her if only to choose between truth, lost faith or myself

And I needed to abuse all her faith; I needed a mirror, I needed to the self’s dark echo

And I needed to prove faith is a lie, that I was a God, I was God-less, His other

And I did as I pleased, without sympathy, or empathy, seething on the ruins, my heartless greed

And I had taken his place with a new trinity of brutality, the wasted wants, truth in blind flight

We made love, maybe just sex,

And she asked me who was I, and I lied and said: “I am your fate…”

In the many-chambered web of our bed, truth, reason, meanings sprawled like dead bugs

In the dark web’s ruins, we made up our bed, keeping the stained sheets of loves aftermath

In the faithless sun, sweat flamed the brushed veneer of our gelding; we rode on…

Into a night bled of fate, full of dreads and wanton longing for real desire where the flesh must meet

The horse burned out, rose like Pegasus, ashen wings beckoned us to look at the moon’s eclipse

Brittle to words, and facial tics, waiting for some glimmers of resolution, or empty words of redemption

We each pulled out our cell phones and scanned the latest personal ads

She is too innocent to be numb, only left to have all wonders wrenched away

Her spirits drained of any sense of divinity, of any prophecy of the mornings to come

I gave her a machine-for living lifestyle, towards an agonizing excess without perspective,

Where nature adores the immigrant, the wanderer of desires, the fool in the rain…

She has arrived, she sighed and trembled, without tears, accepted the hornets mask

The emblem of doomed desires, the look of the faithless, waiting to be used again…

I humbled myself before her, blossoming in her loneliness, and hate, her bent faith,

Each hungry kiss was a stinging reminder, a wretched mirror that did not ask,

“Who are you?”

“Why are you?”

“Where did you do this, to me?”

“What did you think about, me, or just you?”

“When can we do this, again?”

While turning my soul into a hot cauldron of hates, a wasteland of sunless love

While the moonless tide surges the seaweed creeping ashore

Webbing her bare feet with voyeuristic curiosity that overextends content without context

Now she knows me, where to cut and bleed me, and then leave me

Now she knows I am the fire, not for warmth, or light, but for burning the unread pages of her life

The Subway Cities

Entrance

The Subway Cities

Your crown of thorns aloft my heart

Squeeze, tease and leech my love, gone of love

Bled in wars of childhood’s distant thunder

The rusting tin solders dissolve and fade

In autumn rain, the blood of summer

Like broken toys, love’s remnants drift away…

no ochre, no scenes, no crimson soiled cannoneers

no moods, no noon, no echoes of love will soon resound

In once rented, now owned, the chill and bitter winter rooms

The graffiti of dull lies etched across our loving lovers one face

Ensconced the groaning blighted concrete prairie of the City

And all love is the last love when you arrived

The sweet summer days all swept away

In some designer’s winter grey – the surging tides of your eyes

no sweat, no moans, no lust, where all’s a carnival of lust

no symphonies, no urges, no clarion calls of lovers undressed

It’s a treacherous, lonely trek, weary in the stealth of lies of self

Down that tortured lovers walk, I walk, glyphs to my many selves

Unqueued linear waves of decryption, boundless is the blood black night

It’s the skulking lurid annum of dread desires that freight my being

Whose dark and roiling cargo I must not own, the cruel words of love

You said, I said I’d own, the unending whispered words of a returning lover

no stone, no city, no carapace of fallen castles

no victory, no siege, no cringing black limousines

My soul, a thin rope I hold around my frantic twisting neck

To see the joyless leap, the cruel and freezing timeless descent

The sudden shock, the knot so tight

As constellations slowly twist and generate

A fraudulent midnight – that dreamy Chernobyl of your eyes

no muse, no crosses, no lust for murder

no chaos, no order, no total of zero in life’s empty sums

As my soul slices thru tendon and bone, bloody as the newborn

Taunt as a tsunami rushing towards twinkling neon far east shores

The remnants we dreamt, burnt out driftwood of western shores

The ghosts of smoke, your soul, ashes interned – the urn of your eyes

But what’s let go means how much of me do I still own?

Or really need to know, is me, or you, or two…?

Do you need to know…? Do you really want to know?

The true math of our attraction, add up our dissonance…?

Loves hard chalk shrieking across the blackboard of our bitter angst…

The numbers, even in astrology, never added up…

no mitered bishops, no dead princes, no plucked roses to deliver

no blind horses, no ruses, no stones to turn over in the forecast storms

I slip torqued by fate twisted in loves awe

Bludgeoned by self-inflicted lust of your unknowns

Old flames tempt as Aztec gold, enslave and slaughter memory

The dark bloody marbled mist of unending dawn

Entrap and laugh and please me

In all their fake ruined temples – I am sacrificed

no glimmers, no moons, no tears

no gods, no fates, no tease of love’s trap doors

Not so lost as unknown to forces of

Unspoiled mysteries of that vogue, you are, I roamed

no harness, no cape, no brimmed chalet

no roofs, no caves, no wonderment

no old feelings to embrace, stroking your cold armament

no autonomy, no grey conformity, no elevated trains to chase

no blood, no warmth, no hope

no silence as your chill reef of bones wash over me

no truth, no lies, no moon to loom the night of its cover

no rising tides, no rapprochement, no boats to tempt your distant shores

In autumn’s muddy streams, the fallen shredded leaves

Filling the rampant subway tunnels, is the bitter end of all our summers

no love, no light, no shadows to escape loves doomed twilight

no tickets, no turnstiles, no bitter embrace of our fates

And so, I lied, and finally leapt and flowed

Down the rimed station stairs, slipped along

Your flowing stained dark lace

I lost the chase of you in this and other underground cities,

Where hearts lie in stealth and palpitate, the Stations of your Cross:

Penn, Charing Cross, Gare de Lyon, Roma Termini, Ostbahnhof, Puerta del Sol

Your trains always departed in a shrill and freezing shower of sparks…

That ignites all the glowing and doomed subway cities:

New York, London, Paris, Rome, Munich and Madrid…

Where all lost loves pirouette in that maddening tunnel vision

The final riddle of doomed hope, never to touch each other again

The endless temptation, the infinite parallel of subway tracks