“beautifully
indecipherable
like the
echo of
a vanishing
voice. I
searched
along the
outskirts of
knowing,
until
he imbued
a lost
language
in me.”
|| shoo.shu ||

"lost, until
I came upon
a sign...
'DO NOT ENTER'
I smiled,
knowing I
had finally
arrived."
|| shoo.shu ||

"i was
playfully
unarmed to
your pew-pew
mentality.
you, a massacre
of metaphors;
made a marked
lover out of me."
|| shoo.shu ||

"unanswered prayers
comorbid with the
dead end of a whisky
bottle. my elaborate
fade of unflinching,
human error.

it was only to the
slow crawl of a
predawn sky;
I came to...
a memory of art
& holy curses."
|| shoo.shu ||

truth made hollow
by the worn-down
crawl space of
a hangover of
empty bottles.

"echoes of seduction
****** by sultry
confession, this
adultery of words
to a priest in
costume and
I ****."
|| shoo.shu ||

“disrobed,
weeping from
the underbelly
of potentiality.

this art,
closer to the
ache of origin.”
|| shoo.shu ||