"FOUR SHADES OF NIGHT"

it has come to my attention
unfortunately
that drugs and insomnia
is the best base for poetry
and that happiness
is an enemy to it

i categorically condemn
every single person
that has ever parttaken
in advertisement,
this soul-rotting enterprise of Mammon :  
sincerely, i hate you

my biggest unrealizable dream
is to, but for a moment,
have a morning cigarette
with a newly woke Dolly
an early morning in the Smokeys
in the late 1960's

i want to crush my apartment
and dismantle it with my bare hands :
i need to scream
because i need to rest
but i can not

"STORM TIDES OF THE NORTH SEA"

faceless deep-sea mermaids
disorient too close to the surface
evicted by Krakens in migration
to a sunlight they have never even seen

faceless deep-sea mermaids
wash ashore the rugged coasts of Temperance
as the sum of human experience breaks
on the rugged rocks of turpitude

"IN MEMORY OF THE CIRCASSIANS" (work in progress, needs LOTS of work)

I - Poem to Hyateguash, Goddess of Beauty & Gardens

mistress of the cypress of a rose garden
reveal amidst these beeches and oaks
Mongolian musk and the ambergris of most distant waters

your face is the mountain hyacinth unfolding
your eyes of narcissus and melted mountain snow

topaz-ring around your arms
onyx-lace around your neck
sapphire rings in your ear

Hyateguash
sow your flowers in profusion

lady of blazing dominion
holder of the pure lance
storm and hurricane-adorned
crystal brilliance on earth

daughter of the heavens
a soft bud swelling
weeping thick tears
as you unearth from mountains

Hyateguash !

II - The Rape of Circassia

waning moonlight spreads over the homeland

harshness vanished, silence set
and sudden softness befell
upon the valleys and highlands of Zichia

the rivulets disperse across the pasture,
a transport of the blood from the battle-fields :

ambush behind the copse !

slice their heads
like a scythe cut its wheat
on the fields of paradise !

trust your guts - and steal theirs !
take the fight to this barbarian invader !
spread terror up and down this mountain !

under unity of the Circassian princedoms
we attack with the mountains as our hearts
spurred by the violence and nobility of revenge
and the deafening bleating of the war drums

III - A Genocide Complete

the houndwhelps sleep on the hursts of the Kuban
the women and children beside them do not -
they are murdered

the men are dead also - in villages, ditches, forest groves,
streets, in buildings and beneath horses
in fields, in lakes, in rivers...
one part here, one part there, a skull, a finger, a foot

a whole people erased in the blink of an eye !

to hell with the god-damned russian devils !

you will burn in hell forever for what you did !

and Hyateguash will laugh all along the way and make you eat her shit