i had a thing for legs
back in '06
the way the bones fit
inside the curvature of flesh
and bone, if i could fit
inside them
and seep within the marrow--

i'm kind of cookoo
but it's her fading warmth,
pallid breath, that last
little bit of life which
makes me whole
sleep well tonight,
i will always be watching
over you and from inside you

rosetta spoke like a lucent pharaoh;
deciphering decree's decadence
into bronze skin heiroglypics

a body like a mastaba - corchis lips locked
with burnt up flesh remains
and worms and umber sand
mixed in nectar drank from ancient artifacts
she **** beetles and they drink my blood

we find ourselves
stored inside casks for eternity

angel hair knotted
in this sailor-apostle's fist
seafoam scurvy in turbid
oceans of a mouth
that smokes cannabis-infused
bible pages and exhales
exhumed passages
unearthed eons ago

i'm an embarassment,
i swear i wasn't gay
but i awoke at mid-afternoon
with no clothes on
and next to you
and your unbridled skin

molesting me with cancer sins
and chirruping horoscopes
i'm bird-brained to tell that
my knuckle bruises
and my spine's claw marks
were from last night

kisses-

pave celestial
pathways
of hickey gashes
on sunken spines
of mysticism,
find someone new
i always desiderated

god save the trees---
i spend my nights carving my
name into their skin,
pouring their blood into the briar
dead poetry, graves do not
exonerate me

hyper bird clarion
vulture **** marks
like skull ******* beaks
abasing the mind;

death defying witnesses
and acerbic maladies
fester the ends of hungry
scorned mouths