I'll try to find you
amongst sweet wrappers
mold you into a triangle
we shall talk about what matters
how the universe is an egg & you
are the golden tipped needle
ready to split the egg
& how stars & birds will fly out
when you do bend
to such majesty, loud
& impeccably candid
& the neighbor will ask
with a knock, if anyone's in
& I shan't answer, bask
in the glory of silence,
guarding  the future

Alas, poor venison salami, I knew ye well!
You were a dear, dear friend
But then you met your sorry end
at my fair cat’s royal command

I'll sing a dirge & sound the Bell
I'll tip my hat & say farewell
to your sweet, succulent delight
may we ne’er lose it out of sight.

Cascading
light splits breath
splits the sound
of the echo of a leaf
falling to the ground
we walk away
from ourselves
like from lost lovers
re-reading old letters
saying goodbye
to our Souls
placing our bets
on a redeemer
ever dreaming false
hopes, believers
drinking whiskey & rye

We are modern Origami sprawl
gritty boxes, evolving
on a blighted sea of sprinkled dusk.
Witching this Epoch hour
where will I find you
jeans throng a poison prescience giant
like a fill-in-the blank Bell
soon to be bird-like & quivering
a Clinging beyond ourselves
electronica loud-mouthed
beep beep
a motorcycle dazzle
some drop in the heat
oh Che Guevara
nothing's changed
nothing's real

In this silence
blindness permeates
Leaves dance unnoticed, whirling
dodging death cars swirl
a child slips soundlessly
to the echo of nowhere
hands lose each other
seagulls do not fly needlessly
washing hangs still on a line
an old couple
small & slight
& bent double
feel their old way to one another
as if searching for gold

Look, if it helps
scrawl ‘ I love you’
all over the school toilets
Use braille
to defy the government
Angels aren’t made
In barracks
War is the price
we pay for ignorance
& the last time I checked
all the tickets
to that movie you wanted to see
were sold out
so lets *** text through the night
write our own apocalypse
fishing for compliments
strung out on neon lights
& don’t forget to smile
for the camera

Toy guerilla warrior
his voice is pagan smog
                                                 his eyes are bitter coal
                                                 a rolling pebble

pinning a breach
upon a hedgerow path                       

                                                               he is a Golem splitting a wall
                                                               freeing a maiden ******

                                                               A Summons to a devil
                                                               shoots their tin hearts

                                                               a Decoupage screen is
                                                               no trust in a redeemer

                                                               and I'm on my knees
                                                               this All Hallow's Eve.