kfaye

kfaye Mar 2

carve something out of the madness in this world

these sloppily-hewn lessons of the stoney-hearted
are not
enough for us:
we are delving further
into the wet.earth between our
[bodies]
and into [bodies]
Skin walkers in love_

kfaye Mar 2

we are our greatest art

artificial doesn’t mean not Real .
passions are self-crafted.
we are self-drafted_

kfaye Mar 1

the reflection of your hands flashing as flames leaping out from the faceted prism-plane of the glass dripping dry in the dish strainer

the perfectly machined manipulation of each digit
each photon of light bouncing off the wet fingers doing important
work
tendons in tandem.
melee melodies.
hands doing.

kfaye Mar 1

artifice is to artificer

//:seek beauty with every moment_
do it like your life depends on it:it does
we can build.the thing we’ve needed

kfaye Mar 1

what desperately needs to be done

is

kfaye Feb 24

the dark forest lives!

we linger
in those fuzz-****** images of
Home.
we take off, rocket-wise, and at heart-fast velocities
into the gathering pools of time
like lamp-centric product placement in the moth-saturated marketplace sector
like film
over whatever’s left in the glass
when you’re
done
i’ve decided not to be
i’ve decided to swallow what once hunted
us
Here .

kfaye Feb 22

lord,yours

is a flyswatter kind of love.and i am the unread newspaper pages wrung out before the casualty of your tightening/grasp.