I just want to feel something again
To swim in your sin--
--Soured  little ginger bread house
Milk rips, pouring out your mouth
Suffice these shaking knees
Baby, Please ?

You corrupted me
With your teeth

The bitterness
Once tasted sweet

Scissors to sharpen
They reopen my ****

Another whiplash
It cut so fast

Emptiness I found you
How bleak you are

Broke glass from the ceiling
To carve your smile

Last thing that he said was
“Thanks for loving me”
That’s all I wanted
Nothing deep
Just a condescending mirror
Of what my life could be

Things you said
Running through my head
It was a lie
At the end

Just another lie
I wanted to be true
I still loved you
At the end

Bathtubs don’t work for quantum suicide
But every time I take one,
A part of me dies

What was nice under the crescent aglow?
Drunk on stars, or the moon lit show…

Ash of night, cradled what was once mine,
The repertoire of ever-syncing- jawlines.
Puissant is the chalice, its exaltation shined so bright,
Bestowed liberation underneath the chatoyant light,

The open windows left  niveous  fogs-
Breathed -stained –air,  against crystal *****.


Alive and one, under the entire earthly tempo,
Together left her organic imprints of art nouveau.
Beneath the warmth and petrichor ground,
The Lord and Lady commence to be crowned.
...Tree roots sink as veins of gods.
The serpent whispers his mellifluous facade...


The sharp shove of love’s first arrow
Lover’s spit, a seed for cupid’s bucolic furrow.
Scripture of Solomon’s *** temple of doom
All within the nicotine-stained-blue-infrared-bedroom,

Velvet allure, bellies of vigor,
The cold point, the pulled trigger.
Dance of Thelma, ancient cults of non-lovers
Feasting north, under the Horned God’s antlers.
The concoction of the widow’s deviated lust
Skins alive, the excited wolf-mans’ husk…

The gun’s mouth ex hailed bullets of smoke
Piercing hot wounds became tender lilts in up word strokes.
Still, they brought, perforating ice knives through the chest
Catching fades perpetually, just until two came abreast.
The shadow dalliance and hair pulls leave those weary,
The anise flower seeds sanction the suffering query.

What was once so beautiful at night?
Forgotten, as I turned red-haired-heathen in morning’s sight

So I take my hot bath, inure in my offing.
Emollient paean of the porcelain,
...which is my skin
See you, my ethereal being,
In short time spring will be fleeting

The demon's wife
Looks good
In white
Because she's always made to
Wear black

"Do you want to play a game”?
Said he,
On the verge of deceit

"Is it the one where you pretend to love me?"
Said she
Like a feral cat in heat

The milky sounds of his drunken slurs,
Only prove such love is fake.

With all the layers of paint
To hide the broken face
Yet enough to crack and peel away
To the raw layer of flesh,
Infested, Infected.

My mother did use to say,
"Nothing that fades is ever great".

The rich textures of the city
Dark tree shadows and the red brick rust

The bleak primaries of Venice
The sun sparked high contrast to the sidewalk grey

I was faded like the snow on the mountains,
A daily view on a clear day
I was not as high as the clouds
They were invisible as I floated away
Away, away, away,.


Everything was illuminated in the flashbulb of the disco ball
Later that night,
All alone and all complete
With the sound of utter tyrant,
Beating through my brains
Proving the physics of sound waves.