cloak and dagger

Halloween c re eps__________
             in shows of anatomy
             like something is laughing
                             [Somewhere
                                      distanced
                                  winged satire
                                           draped
                                       with the reminder
                                     a looming promise
                                        of death]

              immortal as spirit may come
                I cannot say I fear the moment
                    day and hour unknown
                       just love me as if I was never
                                            《undone》

           the sprinkle of obscure snowflakes
                   will always become me
     
–LM
                          

moribund

Your absence
        is poison
        yet your voice
            keeps me lucid

A ketamine regime
        you lead
    & it’s bearing your brand
      \sweeping swept
                       this mess

& in this pile of dust
I will wait for your manifestation
         consecrating nothing
                 I will wait____
           《patience is a virtue》
 
for your ebony keyquill memory
      I hold my last breath
         for a show of treachery

–LM

lightfoot.

Self preservation is second nature
                   & survival/first priority
                   & my aggression useful
                                 though wild Abandon
                              arrives standard
                        sometimes even late
  
           Where I haunt, men tremble
       I cannot see why they might [aim]
                                                       to pull
                                   |the trigger/but|
                            they must act, as I do

      There is a loneliness in this world,
                 so great
___ I cannot deny it
                                      [loathe to have it]
                        Where oracles call,
                                    I must be led
                                           to my revival
           
                        the carrion in my teeth
             is naught but remains of enemies
                      when I explore, the world__
                      Know: I rarely eat alone

                         –LM

Transience

Petrified bones and a driftwood key
          honey-amber vessel on hand
                             lead me away, sage,
          row us into the stars
      where epiphanies are sugar sweet
          torturous for the pain in my teeth
 / silken synchronization

      As if beyond the Blackwall
       as if thrashing against the gates
                             of Tartarus
                   my memory is gone, &
                now remains bits and pieces
                             but the severance is taut
               
              I need to know
                               |access denied|
             All I received were
                        firefly larvae by the seer
                               whose ambroxan scent
                            could hardly be identified

                             They’re all I need,
                            soft their whisper, [isn’t
                            that what you want
]
                           》》  to relight
                        》》  the way*?

                  Reuniting with paradise
                     seems farfetched at times
                  appears blissfully easy but
                 much like wishful thinking
                           it’s not fair
                          it’s not fair

–LM

Horsepower

every night is wasted
                         without you
  pointless drives/I need reminders to drive
   this  fist struck from another car’s
               passenger side window
                 flee unnoticed
               with the speed of my heartbeat
              a waxing moon unrealized
                                  though
      I always sense I am not alone
                  and I know the sensation well
                                but
                        but/
                        There are plans
                  and then stopwatch fails –
          disappointment wears me
                            like a worn out fashion
                                      statement
             There’s a stiffness in my right arm
                              every time I fall asleep
                              if I sleep
                             [maybe next week]
             》》until then I race reality
                                to a known stop line
                          checking traffic for cops
                                     the “hidden” kind
           I’ll lose my mind for a second
                                              of your time
        
   so___
              there’s no need to rob me blind
         

   steal away/eyes open/any day

             ——->         accelerate ×

–LM
                         
 
                   

Flamenco

A carnival-colored revolution
        of guerillas in action
        the festival of blood, poison
                             & gunfire

            undercover allies simper
                                            for pesos
                          amidst a mutual hatred
                                 & passion’s heartbeat
           
                 an island tightly wound/
                 Yara,
                        the feisty femme fatale
                                    whispering in my ear
                                   of how badly Anton
                                                           Castillo
                          has captured
                               [corrupted]               her
                                         
–LM
                       

lore.

 sing me to sleep
             so beautifully I can’t resist
                the subtle
                         internal
                            dialogue
          a chorus of ethereal crescendos
                                  & their echoes
           falling me down, calling me back
                 to a time I was not born to
                     shifting |strong| in this vessel
   
               there’s blood in their voices
                      & its power speaks
               in dreams I make love
                                        to the shaman
                                        wear her talisman¤
                                 in dreams I make love
                                        to his majesty
               like I won’t l as t the night

      Living off the lonely lockpicker
                       paying only
                                   in silver
                        in dreams I am banféinní/
                        when the music stops
                        I am a survivor
                              &    you cannot afford
                                           my soul

–LM

Many Few

warm embers in the oven     chamber
    perhaps that’s just where I remain
       when my ghost says see you,
                                                  later

     & I can’t describe the amount of times
                                                  I’ve felt alone
                        reaching for purpose
                        straining fingers for home
                  knuckles crack and
                  as a matter of fact
                  everything else follows suit

     I didn’t think I belonged
                         so it lost its matter
                         until my mind leapt over
        & now every wind in every direction tastes
         like freedom

             & I want to extend my hand
                  however small the gesture
                        there isn’t a day that passes
                            without you in some form

–LM