Onoma

Onoma Sep 2021

who can ever

lay down what

bores a center,

a hole...slow enough.

during a weather gone

too fair.

all excursions aside...

nirvana loves to kiss.

Onoma Sep 2021

PhalanX of the 300

the phalanx

of The 300

understand

a spearhead

as it rattles

between their

ears.

hitting their

ground.

permanently.

having drawn

range.

Onoma Sep 2021

Blackened Moss

blackened moss

in a zen garden.

distant from

silence.

Onoma Sep 2021

Stories Cooked Away

the color red, in

all its template slabs--

delves into other

colors.

consuming them as it

hosts them (very well).

batting away beneath

flesh...suddenness catching

itself.

what cannot be put out--

cannot be put out.

stories cooked away.

Onoma Sep 2021

Assembled Misery

mercurial illuminations

pray over a space

for you good people.

put together

in some **** good

time.

snap, snap.

splitting jungles to

our cipher.

rationed twists pacing

this boney rock.

tense gone passed

it's penultimate

passion.

littering streets

with the discarded

masks of assembled

misery.

Onoma Sep 2021

Whole of the House Up

the vainglorious changes

clarity on bedsheets,

after leaving them there.

celibate scales choosing a

fine stone, to remember

what comes of accusatory

skeins.

itching at any serpentine

shame, with the whole house

up.

Onoma Sep 2021

A Torrential Sleep

a torrential

sleep wants

after its

torn fabric.

too finely tailored

to fit.

against the quick

of rain.