One Burn, One Red, One Grin

  I pluck a memory like I would the petal of a daisy, “He loves me… He loves me not…” I won’t let a flower determine anything. So… I choose “he loves me…” Against all common sense, in revolt against reason, against memory, my desire a fist – white hot – smashing time’s clock face,…

Though I Can’t Swim

  My head is twirling, Which is no surprise, Since I have Umbrella-stepped My way through life, Landing like Mary Poppins On every rooftop, one by one. Razing days like sugarcane From sun to sun. I was born in mid-air. Tip-toeing over tightropes. Slicing past all the pigeon-wire. Shredding skin, black quills Erupting from my…

Howling At The Moment

Night begins day, day begins night – these cycles of construction are useless measures we use to fracture the moments that soften our bones, there is no true separation, only segregation. Day and night are one and the same. Somehow we recreate creation in our image. To conform to our limited vision. It’s always dark…

Down The Waterspout

  I remember running my hand over your scales. The slow crawl of time. My hand’s heedlessness echoing reptilian, limbic brain recognizing that call to the dark, that nod to the nothing, transmitting from your body’s music through the maze that imprints an identity on the whorls of my fingertips, humming and hiccoughing awkward messages…

Casanova

So… You scooped out the seeds And left me A hollowed-out shell Then served them as ashes Tasteless relics of hell. You speak of the flesh Let me speak of the wine Sweet droughts of precious nectar Proffered drams of my being Divine. Take your sword and your lyre Then sing old songs of reprieve…