The absence is fertile Cinder and wormwood oblique in caricature masque of navel peach engraved forbearance in an expression impression upon gaze become volatile, season of sundown. Bathe austere in bright color convene covenant, prayer coronal lost god 7 steps meet portal fear tread forward mete out sacrifice lay among lion and lamb lead, beg or follow choice begets meaning harbinger of reckoning. Slip slide grasping fall quiet shattering solemn vows in honor an exchange fruits’ pleasure ring around poesey storm moving swiftly toward shore.   image courtesy of Pinterest         Continue reading Excandesco


fetching, impetious impetus for wine horizons bless’ed or become prey infectious, intelligence it doesn’t matter what you’ve got on you can claim me imperious, impervious scrape back the foam Turkish coffee grit showing in smiles all around blue filter-light integral to this scorn that adorns features of a rag-a-bone man playing take me home on his gramophone I watch you shift, cloudless pleased to be pleasing all the lush bastard boys hanging out on patios Camels and Coors…. I laugh about your arrogance sigh reverence satin speak crawls into the nape of my neck I shudder, chills, delight where will … Continue reading where?


dreams are necromancy fall of a whisper still carrying weight foreign dust on my tongue force thoughts of you, I hate that. loss, but not remembering orange crush and bible juice I can bathe in memories. dead between the eyes buckshot teeth strangle me into holiday crushing rocks in locust song blasphemy in every note unsung, unheard ketamine jitters ravage snake’s revenge on ice I’m a savage lost in civility cogito ergo you glitterboys caught in tete-a-tete with no one (or you or myself, it’s unclear) heavy conversation but quickly bores (into)me, a state of fugue without glue everything splits … Continue reading Necromancy


It could have been different I remember snow falling and a fleet of foxes leaving soft trail in the new drifts hot chocolate flavored whiskey herb and venison stew simmering slow Desperate Journalist playing in the den parliaments and democracies worrying about volcanoes and nuclear storms a twinkle in the eye bite down on the Bitcoin billionaire I caressed the words you were forming sanctity in the silence before knickers and freshly laundered sheets on the morning a crispness, cruel a cramp in the muscles, except in your mind fever came quickly with the fallout days underscored by semantics of … Continue reading Differences

Turn to Night

I do not feel needed but sometimes wanted I’m often beneath you and a bit haunted Opening doors that go nowhere at dawn Marching to pale tunes ever a pawn coalescing over green hills dew drop serenade As long as I swallow the pills I can be unmade awaken whole with feverish start glum the forecasting of the pulling apart A night comes, a day together the same marching to pale tunes that unspell my name I do not feel wanted but alas I am needed there’s a chilling wind and clouds have been seeded turn toward the storm thundering … Continue reading Turn to Night


I’m paling impaling the failings trailing on the railing behind the asterisk after my name so often the same a green rendering in chalk and ash and shadow lurking undone I shun the way home and turn towards dark recourse, of course I find no one the ghost of a mother once gave me some advice now I only follow the delicate side of hate I’m in love with the shape the taste of fear is clear I sip some accent far from here I wander to wonder what have I become to be the one to dance in a … Continue reading fade


I think I finally scratched that itch.  You know the one.  If you don’t then fuck off, you don’t need to be reading my confession.  Got a lust for a bust and I am on the cusp of something.  Eyes wide with the fear of the near.  Not looking for repast, I am past living in the past.  A fast turn away from memory lane.  Don’t care whether first or last in line, I gotta make do with the left side of the righteous.  I am due a rebirth and we lay down to the last carol.  If I can … Continue reading Scratching


There was, perchance an enigma wrapped in the spectre of a smile she laid at my feet on that cold Sunday mellifluous and gaunt a puzzle or riddle a rainbow of possibilities that I could not fathom for you must understand she had always been above me, eluded me Her keen intellect kept her a mystery for one such as I almost invisible what I lacked in deduction I more than made up for with my emotional insight I knew it was there, tangible if only I could grasp her meaning but a ghost is impermanent and that moment so … Continue reading Enigmas


unbound and down unwound with a wound so wide you could crawl inside and hide from the hellhound underground precocious around neverevers metric temperance shadowed, found in shroud a balance, a joining in fluid torpidity trium mordu aloud, astound drowned in cacophony of silent sound newfound succor in the old ways clasp on the cloak become crowned measures taken heart and mind ring with hammer-song the air thrums with horns calling the ironbound paint the rune of return profound implications bring the false day down dumbfound the Caligula and the Delila a sword at night a dove at dawn freedom … Continue reading Spellbound