Peregrine

peregrine-
eyes feral, aglint with hunger
aerial morph of winged huntress ~ slow like liquid ~ plush upon thirst
          ~ flow ~
all the words, colors worn with names assigned
they don’t resonate, it’s not their fever spike, not their condition to be defined
not when pleasure alights the solar flare 
          \ when silence escapes /
the clouds lend them form, a simple pleasure not lost on tongues of currents, a world in full rush as cars in screaming speed still the outside world
          / stagnates their roll \
land, a window-scape blur, as dirt caked fingers shape the air, pastel smear of dust and skin shed
          ~ no farewells to bleed ~
trees circulate, their absence of defining lines where phantoms of secrets steal woven avian breaths, their leaves expiring in the spark of astral chains snapping with every vulpine wail
          {headlight death in the thick of night}      
vultures circle {pitch-on-pitch}, no rest for the hungry 
their heights of hypnotic catastrophic inebriation, steal from a weary mind a treasured highway dream, buried some hour prior to reality’s conception  
          ~ hallowed grave of shoulder gravel and rain hollow epitaph ~   
horizon wall of lunar eversongs lures the acceleration, beckoning to vacate the rearview
          a bare hand to suffocate > to amputate < from a world that can’t hold {me}

E.A. O'Connell

Energy Free

I,
Matter
Not{?}
I,
Energy
Flee
          electrical current escapist
- I flee -
          tearing veins paper thin {life currency},
          discarded to the void,
           the value of the who, the what, in we
- I flee -
          with  skilled precision,
          I, with hands like detonators,
          skeletal lightning bolt extensions,
          your extremities explode {severing},  
          my departure annihilating flesh, disintegrating bone
I,
Free
          striking underground root inferno, striking skyfall saturation
          in the dissipate of molecules {heavy atmospheric pressure}
          a gunpowder celebration in hover,
          in fractured frame of shadow flight {pulling free},
          perching wing fury and glassine eye testament {rain descending}
          setting upon gasoline slick boughs {talon scratch kickback}
                                                     * spark *
I,
Leave
          your limbs like crash test dummy parts scattered
          cardiac combustion, nerves compulsing {mechanized finger twitch [resuscitation]},
          my fractal escape mars scraps of flesh, base of earth
          your eyes -disconnet - reconnect : reanimate
          your mind in question
                                               * my possibility * the inevitability *
                                                      - disbelieving my mortality -
I,
Exist
I,
Free
                                                                    I Matter Not

E.A. O'Connell

Dream Series: Myth of You

Moon behind house
-Sunbleached-Rain grooved-
Salt air soft, spirit vapor
Burning brushes hued in hours ripening, sweetening skin savors the splice
-Flesh-Eyes-Hands-Heights
Cackling feathered glares
Hungering, they hover in drafts that give dance to stars
Mercury instability frosts dunes, violets my lips
Diving, reaching for a horizon
-Film exposure-
Sun unset before me, my body burns as a liquid nitrogen transport
Fingerprint Rorschach, kaleidoscope font I write,
‘Will you never spoon me?  Breath tangled in my hair?’
I do better to wrap myself within sleep
Stealing warmth from incandescence exploding
Reaching a fever in subzero pleasure
-Numb lust-Moans-Blinding love-
Devouring bones of tales I’ve gnawed upon time over soul
Dreaming widths of fearless words
-Free radicals are we-
Bones through skin, moonlight through stained glass
Winter romances haunted gardens,
Statues of thoughts you canvas for life
Your soulprints, still and blue
-Deprived-
A dormant life support system
Determined pollen and spores, thrashing in machine gun gales
Embedding in my gray
-Fossilized runes-
The myth of you
The truth in me

E.A. O'Connell

The Dead Breathe

fingers like carving knives
-intricate cuts-
whittling at flesh, nicking bones
headspins in chaos
the pitches of birds in scream
the scratch of leaves set in wind
sundials halt, shadow lengths suspend
-their ideal-the ideal-
open space for silence
-static silence-
pulmonary algae garden blooms
-numb-
reservations of resuscitations
-the dead breathe-
whirligig limbs spin spinal fluid stream
crashing skull, crushing steel

E.A. O'Connell

Thoughts Get Knotted

Thoughts get knotted,
doubling in gales
…I step into the shower…
hot water
-raw-
streaming down my back,
magnifying inked years
…everything falls into design…spider web storylines,
my tangled tongue slipping loose
-moonshine smooth-
igniting cindered pulse,
stories thought lost in labyrinthine gray
-crawling moon beds-
…bloodshot my eyes…dawn delay the break
-dreams kaleidoscope night-
starling murmuration,
eclipsing starfire reverberation
-wings-
symphony of black,
night’s womb an abyss
inferno of autumnal death
-iridesce-
mottled flight and maple fringe

E.A. O'Connell

Her...

Sugared maple aglow
Torch light through earth breath opacity
Soul of female
Possessed of a Hellcat hiss
-Teeth overhang in saber stalactite puncture-
Bleeding out calcified streams
Bones, like the memory of trees in cross-bone pose petroglyphs
From where she held her breath
Rose white through the absence
A holy rite, the rain as it cleansed
Rippled her iris like bass through ribcage
Trickling to her lips, caught by her tongue
-Saline sweet, ozone rich-
Her reeling thoughts of hands and hips
Wanting more (always more) and the release (releasing in breaths and moans)
-Catching like needle on vinyl…spinning-
The scratched voice from underground, bent about her neck-a corkscrew about her ears-
The trace of moon on frostbitten petals and crimson dipped thorns
Her body a reflection of the sky…
Still…silent…ever-morphing…
Brazen…burning…ever-renewing

E.A. O'Connell

The Gray Wool Sky—

The gray wool sky—

Cable knit clouds dense and billowing, unfurling with the whipping wind

A blanket of shorn warmth close around

The barren landscape—

Silvered sage earth veined in fractal abstract   

A bed of fallen star ash, from which cobwebbed ghost thoughts arise 

Crystalline chimes sound—

Crashing waves of wind swept ice upon brick facades 

Creeping winter hands tangle moonlit strands within my hair, reflected in candle lit window panes

-I’m looking out, the seasoned sister looking within-

A solitary knot—
Threads from my heart built into nests of intimacy
Winter constellations realigning, tattooing the night with memories
-youth and love-

Infinite are we

 

E.A. O'Connell