gideon luker

2009-09-25T15:00:00.006-05:00

Up from the blood I fall
to raze the Kingdom
so professed
in the name of us all.
Down through the flesh I rise
to bleach the light with a favored kiss
and bind the dark
so remiss.

2009-09-25T15:00:00.004-05:00

waste away the day
and bleed in confusion
plausible principles die
in hands so brittle
you break inside
my heart
I read my own mind
too late

2009-09-25T15:00:00.002-05:00

The vacancy of my intention
bleeds through my desire
into hands so blatant
you have become in my mind.
You see you come
like my flesh.

2009-09-25T14:59:00.005-05:00

Conceptual realizations aside,
I can not stand falling
for long enough to come.
Brush my fear
and braid in regret, so I remember
a man’s grip can be
so reassuringly difficult
to be comfortable with.
Hurt me, cut me, bleed me,
and capitalize on your assured
resistance of my line.
Solitude on your own time.
Structure my breath
into your blood once
then bleed the way
I do so often.

2009-09-25T14:59:00.003-05:00

His tongue screamed out vain
distractions as his ears
swallowed the inhibitions
of the swamp life which feed
from his disregard. His
poetic understanding of
nature losses it’s way
as he excretes lies to filter
my ears. If I were swallowed
in his sight, I could lose
my reserve,
but I keep my eyes down,
my face silent.
He doesn’t see his breath
like I do. He doesn’t hear
my face, like I do, he doesn’t
taste the world, like I do.
Sight can not infect his view.

2009-09-25T14:59:00.001-05:00

Through my arms he passes pulling
out my veins with a single
whisper of reform.
I see his gun misfire, and still
I jump before the barrel.
Silently decending, I hear him
like a shout ascending.
His eyes scream red
from the blood
I’ve given so freely.
Drunk on my own lies,
I beat him, I feed him.
If he heard me, I’d tear
out his tongue
and kiss his labored lips.