why do i write in lower case?
it is not because i want to be
like bukowski
or cummings
but because i am humble
and in reverence of language
i whisper in its church

the fenris wolf is bound by
a cat's footfall
the breath of fish
the beards of women
and perhaps your regret

you follow a high note
until it reaches an inaudible frequency
you told me I was your golden pedestal
but I was only a stepping stone
and now you're swimming naked
through the river of success

let me tell you
life is not a one night stand
with some military man
who will dip his brush in alcohol
and stroke you with his stupor
life is not a tawdry fuck
it is a hard bargain
and I think lachesis
would be disappointed.

august

I share my bed
with a memory

Something is off,
a pale yellow
a dull white.

The dread and lingering,
the fear
Something is off,
coyly passing you by

A scent maybe
or a colour
a flickering light
or dead flower
or maybe

the hellhound
staring me down
on its leash by your side
You are going away now
but you have left this behind
and you still live here
between off-beats