Moon Over Reservoir

moon over reservoir
an indiphire refracted mercury wildscape
gargoyled by ink blown cormorants wading the arsenic falls
trees shoulder the stars as the wind kneels upon the water's sheen
an earth shift of unison breathing and neck magnetism
-the flutter / the lay-
an aria of incisions to the hydra-plane 

and from the celestial chaos casting back upon a shadowed visage
divinities widowed of astral threads
step through and rise upon the water's sheen
borrowing tobacco halos to rouge their lips
they sing no answers to man, nor beast
they simply web beauty through Spring's nocturnal temper

E.A. O'Connell

For Remembrance

Rosemary beds 

                            upon my tongue

                            each word

                            pressed to my teeth 

the burdened oil

bleeds

                            and I’m overcome

evergreen

E.A. O'Connell

Here is the Church

a brick facade 
shaken to the foundation 
a loosened stability
a door slams, the windows rattle
as a brick plummets
a bruise vocalized
it's a crack, it's a crumble
little hands receive the red dust 
nurtured into the fingertips
drawing a home
of child-sized dimensions, in an elementary geometry
standing within the frame
on pavement set feet
a brick chip pressed to the left foot
a line is pulled 
up ^ over > down: 
a body within the four walls, 
“here is the church”
arms in reach, hands peak with fingers pressing into one another
“here is the steeple”
brick dust about the mouth
a keyhole outline
“open the doors”
eyes slowly shut
sun streaming, illuminating interior lid shadows
“see all the people”

E.A. O'Connell

No more perceived |than|:

No more perceived |than|: 

the instant of conception | the burrowing through membrane | the fusing of two entities |{ separate | one }| cells dividing in a continuous cycle |growth | embedding in the womb | unbeknownst to woman |{ mother}| I | a transitional home | of a bearing light | a star never beheld | a tomb sustaining life   X   uterine apocalypse | a sleight | a grief | unfastened / unwedded :his heart | his silence | my son | took his leave 

E.A. O'Connell

:Where I Orbit:

:Where I orbit: 

I write to you: spherically ~ a thermometric scale ~ of GPS coordinates         

the tin of my tongue, bruising planetary impossibilities, while dismantling a plasma language

Sometimes I’m the pitch of kettle whistle pressure {release}

no ease. only demolition of molecules. 

Mostly I’m bass in the splitting of atoms: dislodging ~ restructuring anatomy ~ according to tonal frequencies

:What I truly want:

to relief map our bodies: tattooing astronomical chaos in prismacolor geometry

forehead-to-forehead ~ curvatures sculpted from seismic satisfaction ~ osmosis of shadow psyches fusing

:the genesis of a new silence:

E.A. O'Connell

For the Wild Daughters of My Womb

You’re inescapable: your energy gives you away: your posture writes the misfortune within my head

{Fighting ~ Writhing} You wrap her in linen until she’s small and dependent: tucking her beneath one of your ribs: because someone once convinced you that woman was moulded from man: from his bone: from his carnage

You bind her mouth: her eyes: her hands

Expecting of her to bathe in your marrow: soaking in DNA scriptures so she may be as you’ve always seen: the potential for so much more

You aim to improve on her design: to force an impossible innocence: a media obsessed shape: “My Madonna” : “My whore”

Repetition from a foaming mouth: yelling broken soul wants: “I love you with four chambers” : “Every one of my cells”

Suffocating: She: from the cell of safe keeping: the bowels of your hell

You feed her simple syrup from a dropper: a recipe of sweet compliance: anemic droplet-by-droplet: pray it travels her venomous veins: pray it malnourish her feral heart: “My docile pet” : “My pretty little arm candy”

You cut her one dimensional paper dresses: in a textile of ransom note letters

You speak of unity: the breaking of her: snapping her from your very chest: cradling her in the palms of your hands: pride in her transitional malgrowth

All the while: she yearns to die: plotting to secure a soft noose: hanging from that very rib of pride: swaying in that empty cavern: a voiceless echo: a metronome of No

I feel this tale web upon my palms: I sweep the prophecy clean

To the wild daughters of my womb: I speak: repeat after me

Never am I small: I’m goddess size: My voice is a tempest: I am free

I: a universe: of wicked math

I: a beast: of an unyielding ferocity  

I: a dark secret: a breathing folklore

In his company: the Devil: Himself: Avoids: Me

E.A. O'Connell

The Clockwork of My Mind

…hammered metal and coiled springs, intricate teeth of sharp picks, and a crowbar held between my lips, 

the violent snap of roots and milk that trickles with a bloody thick from my chin, 

starburst vision summons the methodical pressure, the gears bite, a migraine embrace of my brain, pulling a suffocating deathroll through sinus caverns, 

the cuckoo ulcers the uvula with a rusted song of infection, 

the bone saw grinds, a hand fractions my skull…

…a celluloid thought reel combusts, 

words in humanoid form scratching, pounding the interior calcified walls, 

screams thunder in pitch of steel…echo a porous loss   

…and suddenly winter silence… 

…gentle breath upon ash, a ceremonial scatter, embedding dust in the crevices that ledge, 

nail etched ruminations in hollow sockets, the circle of infinite vision 

and from the wreckage, a hand in perpetual tick…

…a five pronged shadow in hover…in thought…in design…

{-the clockwork of my mind-}

E.A. O'Connell