when i kiss
your clarinet
fingertips,
i honor
the arcane arts
that unlock
ancient melodies,
lifting
catacomb curses
and stirring
restless devils
within me.

How can one be holy
in this world
and not also be
a fool?

I wish I were brave
enough to babble,
ashamed to not
be naked,
knew enough for now.

Knowing better
is not being
better,
and Brother Juniper
runs
to do good
in any wrong way.

If you struggle
to make
your eyes
meet others,
such magic
can be
learned.

A stranger knocked
on the wrong door,
so I showed him
where to go.

I spent a penny
on another,
and now it's
raining dimes.

It must
be hard
for you
to say
nice things
with such
long teeth.

I took a week off
to draw maps
on your legs,
so that whenever
I felt like leaving,
I'd remember
why to stay.