On a special night,
your vocal cords held tight
by my steady thumbs.
White to pink
pink to blood red roses
with cruel black spider stems.

Fair princess pinned
beneath my weight,
god-snap rage
flickering flame
darkness regained.

A restless hateful kiss.
Thorn adorned displeasure.
My love is
your shredded flesh.
Love me like you should,
beauty filled morbid beast.

With honey
from the dragon’s skull
I cover your ******.
Let’s attend to death’s
cruel whisper
in the valley of Sheol.

My hot leg shakes
***** dog mud whiskers.
Moist cardboard box
houses all my barks.

The darkness of night
is much too dark;
disease, fleas and despair
like lonely rain under
street light with broken lamp.
Growling demons prowl
with death-eaten distorted
leprosy masks, and a red eye
to ****.

I consumed my street.
In the gutter
stars got caught in my throat.
My fur, like a *******’s ****
stinks of strong *****.
I lay down and I won’t
get up to run,
or ****,
or smoke.

Out here the dumpster
claims the soulless.
Torn apart unnaturally-
pierce, shred, peace.

It is now apparent
that the fears
that stalk onward
and the tears
that chop and choke
each night
are cast upon
a helpless prey.

Nor hero, nor victim,
but circumstance!
And the slow progression
of inadequate proposals.

On the killer’s blade
I’m perched as humble –
as ******, youthful beast.
As **** as the fibers of
my being exposed before God.

What have you done
my sweet fulfillment?
I am trampled to death
and here at my masters feet
I can do nothing but sleep.

I sat on God’s face
and he did not move.
My **** seeped
into His mouth
and it bit like a sharp
silver fork under the tongue.
Dire seasoned saliva.

His eyelashes like
golden kings.
A thousand horses ****
as one out
from His nostrils.

Naked I am a gnat
on the white of His eye.
These demons are thoughts
that are hidden and
pull from below
with sweaty
child-like hands.

If I could forget
as far back as life began
where God was God
Heaven was nowhere
and there was nothing
undone.

Romantic arson,
a thousand lovers burning
to the blooming flowers
of my accelerant:
amoral, senseless rage.

Because I do not
or will not consider
another vice
for your confessional.

Come shed indifference.
Thumb the holy water font.
Theorize inconclusive evidence
of life apart from love.

Crawl into
the vacant church
which is my heart.
Idolize Me.

Fullness ‘neath a clear blue sky
Fullness in the stark sunshine
Fullness lost in autumn night
My heart is full of Your delights.

Aether sings the fullest song.
Its lungs exhale the stars along
their course of fire, ice, or storm
proclaiming life as gift of Love.

Beauty perfect, Beauty true,
paint my soul in golden hue,
string my heart, a song to sing
the fullness of a perfect hymn.

Grace of which to God belongs
You can also sing a song.
In the heart of man awaken
sounds to guide our soul to heaven.

I miss the broken glass
opening my anxious flesh;
the bite and burn of the blade.
A constant, certain fear evolving …
the marriage of *** and darkness.

I peel away
the withered.
pink and moist
beneath glowing eyes.
The night settles.

God cannot speak
to me any longer.
I am not afraid now,
(but I tremble in the grave.)
I cannot ask for
what I will destroy.

I beg you to erase my life
because I can’t seem to
suffer enough
or love a little.