Study in Pain

It wouldn’t start, it wouldn’t start. I crammed my brain but it wouldn’t start. A lonely melancholy fog envelops my morphine addled brain. Eclectic stabs of pain flex my dull continence with the grimace. The perfect grimace, my face is a mix of pain, disapproval, and disgust. All my emotion is carved with this constant erosion, which ebbs strong and soft.  I claw for a way to describe this perpetual twisting, stabbing, and broken-glassing, which drips and rips me day to day, wave after wave. Maybe if I understand my torment’s name, I can call to it and ask it for clemency. It is an it, for it has no empathy. It is a slow and strong force of reality, like gravity. It is and it defines the way of every day. No defying this gravity, it will be respected. It will be coddled. I heat-blanket it. I elevate and warm-bath it. I work around it's desires and whims. I cry to ask what sins, I have committed to deserve this sentence.

 The pain finds it's way up may leg and twist my stomach. I reach for the pills that used to soften my tormentor's screams. Now, they just muffle. There is a love affair between my tormentor and my pills. They together like king and queen dictate their twisted desires of how I will live. They will sequester me from living, creating a constant tiring need for daily distraction.

The Black Hole of Cygnus X-1

The place is in distant space. The brilliant blue star surrendering her fiery atmosphere to the egg shaped black void in the universe is Cygnus X-1.  Cygnus X-1 is 6,000 light years from our own sun. The artist depicts this painting by translating electromagnetic  information in to visual painting. The flaming cyan orb of Cygnus hang prominently in the right of the painting eclipsed by the frame. Cygnus’s companion is pulling in the translucent glowing bluish white environment toward the off left center.  The companion is a black hole wrapped in her radiant embrace.  The embrace coax by the black hole’s powerful gravity’s  attraction.  The intensity of the embrace is pitted by an oval darkness that cannot even be described with non-imaginary mathematics or reason. The malevolent pull of the hungry void swirls the excited flesh of the star into a frenzy of spinning plasma, hasten faster and faster in the ravenous maw. As Cygnus’s essence touches the skin of her dark companion. The combination of collision and acceleration spawn twin intense white spires of x-ray and gamma radiation parallel with Cygnus’s mass as they decay into royal blue leaving the top and bottom of the frame. These spire are all that remains of what Cygnus will eventually become. She can feel the destructive attractions dragging at her concealed core, deep in the blackness of space. The star shine dull as voyeurs of the act of destruction or rebirth.

Louisiana Kiss

The sullen sun finds it’s setting behind the darkening verdant leaves.

Tree’s filter summer simmering rain to amount of moisture.

Drenched in moist sky kisses, hands held sweating climb

To the peeking cliff bridge’s sigh. Sigh for the waning light

Reflecting fast waters below. Time in setting, slows.

Pulses pulse hard hot blood in depth of breath.

Sweetening sweeps of sly shy eyes sing

To the wanting, to the calling of couple’s center.

Coupling forms fit as if broken piece is mended like

A mighty quantity of gravity holds them together

Syrupy speeches are said, yet no words whispered.

The urging in the eyes and electric in wind weave the

Words, better than would be spoken, completely open

The world, wind, and weather dissolve into ether

Everything is nothing, but this happening.

Paired hearts heave heavy, beating time to dilate.

Mulling in eyes ask, pulling essence and faces near

For momentary peck of soul’s spark.

Lightening smashing thru and thru throw

Lovers in to the airy places between places

Kiss cracks the slender seal holding passion’s bay

With the bruising and spilling of an ill wielded wine key.

Staining the lover’s lips and flesh blush.

Breaths are gasps and hushing smacks fevered

Hands madly caressing.

Generating their own gravity glow fifty feet

Over the orb of the sordid world.

Untouchable heights to the trudging depth this

Bound they become immune.

Trancing into transmutations of desire.

The desire spent tingling to tired.

Retiring moody moon falls into blankets of sliver

Gilded cotton amethyst. Cupid the antagonist

Seeded his poison addiction deep

To forever seek this tender drug again

And again.