the world
continues to exist - the quintessence
of alchemists, slightly tarnished - in spite
of the unceasing ridicule
upon your face
look closely
at the tips of your fingers:
their qualities
should not be taken
too seriously
the left hand
begins to swing
back and forth, and sparks flew
the right, connected
by some invisible link,
exerts a powerful attraction,
describing a larger and larger circle
the flame, licking the air,
gave back vague impressions:
a very dark image, the prickle
at the base of your neck
when the wind dies
under the light of the moon
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 11:08 PM UTC
She presents herself,
the entire myth;
the story of a woman
whose broken limbs
will be chopped off
with his long knife, and this
is the principal ******
She was being cursed —
in the dim interior I saw the power,
I can still see her dancing,
a secret life she cannot stop
sharpens her; she cannot stay
too long in lesser-known stories,
made handless
the culture around her
requires sightlessness —
Her eyes are rolled back
in horror.
Good, clean, ***** fun
was contraband, so I kept it
in an empty place
surrounding the memory of a woman
learning the strength of exile
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 11:03 PM UTC
I should have known not to rely
on him, because when Steve and his degenerate
clones picked a fight at the Columbia Bowl
in front of him, he wouldn’t even look.
But long ago, all I wanted
was for him to think I was cool
while he led the way, a vibrant
color in the sky, my compass
to a good time.
The last time he sent a friend request
I declined, because a friend is more
than a link on a platform, and to go from
what we had to his refusal to respond
made me wonder
If he ever cared. And now,
I don’t wonder
and maybe the sky has fewer colors
but I can rely on them
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:58 PM UTC
The light,
with fierce glow, luminous
with your beams,
settles in the wood —
spreading
like some lost creature, deathless,
in the ***** of the beasts
in the wild rapture:
hear my call, like mothers
in their longing love
Coming like floods they grasp
the Animal within: I rend
the worlds asunder
and sojourn here,
along the winding of the paths
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:57 PM UTC
By virtue of nothing
people are ignorant
without having reached the way.
Look at the person
being diminished, hurting
their own hands, not daring
to take the lead,
the image without substance.
He is not full,
lacking in good faith,
A creature in his prime
doing harm to the old
to accomplish his private ends.
Mar 24
Mar 24, 2026 at 10:56 PM UTC
he would lie on the cliffs
the forbidding peaks,
dark and sinister, reaching out
rousing the old
horror loomed
whose boundaries no prophet might fix,
leaping through open windows at night
the most grotesque deaths
had been reported —
but this
was not the dense pall
of mystery —
he had turned,
could no longer be restrained — Hope
fell through the cyclone-whipped dark
foliage wilted
all that survived
had to be shot
Aug 14, 2025
Aug 14, 2025 at 2:26 AM UTC
She was possessed
of the devil; there was no night
too young
For the first time,
I had sense enough and before
I reached the street, silence fell
between us
the fresh air
blazed with the disgrace
that spurred us to touch
and gasp
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 12:12 AM UTC
I
His grimace was
all he knew --
So everybody saw
A knife-edge,
grinning into the black
with a howl
Widening, a tunnel
tearing out, and God bled
in the tower
II
Above fallen corpses
beautiful fields of Nysa
Now, asphodels overrun the field...
he is dark and tall,
a wild dog,
an unripe plum
I thought he was going
(He came.)
They all faded
III
He grinned,
his own leftover
and for a moment
the dusk rages,
scorched-looking,
dumb and ruined
See the cracks,
the **** of the world,
the crinkled sigh
rapt in the river of blood
Something evil
rises, and his eye
stays rapt
a blackbird
in a plum tree
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 1:09 AM UTC
at the edge of civilization,
no rank or status
his disgrace hung
in the center of a spiderweb
yet when he looked at me, my temper broke
with a sort of poisonous respect
in the hoax there was no clear ground.
He knew I was angry
I had to believe it again
the second exit
was on the rope none of us choose
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 1:02 AM UTC
completely naked,
red maddening the bull
the horizon, puddled
upon the sea, slithered
through the blackberry vines,
spilling out
against the freckles
her private totem, a love bite
unclenched the tides
through the saltmeat and peach
that fires evolution’s motor
Jul 23, 2025
Jul 23, 2025 at 1:00 AM UTC