“disrobed,
weeping from
the underbelly
of potentiality.

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

hot-blooded heart
Of poetic shadows
And gentle embers,
glowing a ghost
of alluring unholiness  
from the sanctity of sin.

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

fleeing from the
Convoluted plot
of a black Hearse
I climbed
into the
story of a
higher self.

"clawed
reflections
of a cutthroat
jazzy love,
pungent in
santa sangre
post-mortem."
|| shoo.shu ||

****** Monday,
listing in a
corrupt
sky blue
of wise
passivity.
A place
where
demons
feast on
the leftovers
of my  soul.
|| shoo.shu ||

'HELL CANNOT LIE'
kneel before yourself;
the gain of
synthetic purge.
wake the **** up,
ad nauseam.

"Smack-dab
sure I existed in
the equilibrium
of a blackeye
shut to the
perforations of
strangled
restraint."

Break Tiffany,
girl of the night
Holly go-lightly
pseudonyms delight.
I am catwoman
DC comics brite.
||shoo.shu||

"That's one
trip to
the moon.
A giant detour
to da'kine."
|| shoo.shu ||

“black velvet
Petunia,
coming of age.
Early-blooming
Petals spread eagle
on the bed.”
|| shoo.shu ||

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

"forever spun-out
to the downplay of
insensibilities
playing truant.
all for a taste
of the rush
of us."
~shoo.shu

"black-laced ink
semi-coherent
to a lap dance
of the mind
in manacles."
|| shoo.shu ||

confessions from
a cerebral inkwell
hemorrhaging the
paradox of spilled
holy water blessed
in unorthodox
black lace.
||shoo.shu ||

"we paddled
out into a
steady pour
of moonshine.
you reflected
the absurdity
of an anchor
floating in
the ruin of
my mind."
|| shoo.shu||

"italicized idleness
illuminated by the
tic toc of time;
fueled fluorescent in
the blue confusion of
flickering bulbs &
clinical corridors of
filler conversation."

"A prisoner
of acrobatics.
A cosmic
seed of
bloomed vanity;
a gentle sin.
An indulgence of
glim & glam,
unable to
cut the rope."
|| shoo.shu ||

absence,
vaporized
by absinthe
& the vined
insignia of
sillage
silhouetted
by a
carmine seal.
a fragrant
testament
of her
presence -
omni.

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

"sweet agony
of 'spoken
for' scored
in the palm
of your hands;
mount of
mercury
harbingers
to traces
of us."
||shoo.shu||

"There was
an uncharacteristic
plot distortion
when
your art
in voodoo
hit upon my
mettled soul
like ******."

“the unraveling of
his highlight reel
was the fragrance of
flying backwards;
a place where
poetry wrote
itself into the
fragments of
his skull.”
|| shoo.shu ||

"preyed upon by
a decipherable
stranger,
mapped in
déjà vu. a
prophetic bang
of sublime
yesterday's
& objects in
mirror are
closer than
they appear.“
|| shoo.shu ||

I am found
in newspaper print
a clue of
fragmented illusion.
Reduced to a
muddy shoe print,
I turn the page.

“the textural
bite marks of
a genteel past
a melodic
momentum  
of intrigue
built up.”

"tingaling captivated
for forsakens sake.
tenderness felt
two souls
memorized
in a haze
deadly utopia
a gentle demeanor
of 'just stay'
mouthed by
a particular
ghost.
insignia...
the secret."

"the tang
of sin
personified
in your veins
gushing
rhapsody in
rouge."
|| shoo.shu ||

"He left me
high & dry
fondling
just the
fizz of
us."
|| shoo.shu ||

"light wept
tears of radiance
onto your face,
smudging out
the pulse of
sleep, as do
high capacity
clips."
- shoo.shu

"The wolf
never sleeps.
I'll eat your
bone marrow."
|| shoo.shu ||

“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 ||

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

“thigh highs
in a *******
of promises
only a Scorpio
could make;
I got down
on my knees
and prayed
your name.”
-shoo.shu

"**** valley hero
of barbaric bled
innocence; a
collection tray
of lake
sang bleu,
out of place"

“skinned alive
by the blade
of language;
freed from
the prison of
an inkless
past.”
|| 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 ||

"ineffable tension;
homesick in someone
else's prison.
stranger than
'finnegan's wake.'
in the beggaring hours,
time is all that persists.
the pages speed-turn
possessed by the
prelude of
open space."
-shoo.shu

She drowned
her past
in a cocktail
of pitch-black
venom with a
smattering
of lethal.”
|| shoo.shu ||

"Muffle the sound
like a chainsaw
to a birdsong.
Fowl play,
I suspect
foul play.
We owe
something.
Risk & rivalry
over silence."

“we were
soul wolves
stealing nights
& apprehending
other-worldly
shadows
beneath the
safety curtain
of a silent moon;
never meant to see
the light of day.”
|| shoo.shu ||

"the shift
a codex of
catachrestic
metaphor's
unwritten in
the pen of
fluxes of de
blood
& smoky
space ways
of ancient
manuscript."

"I've always
been afraid
of great
heights;
so stop
looking
at me
like you're
star-gazing."
|| shoo.shu ||

"it was risk
it all brutal
in a body bag.

silencer to the
'solitude preachers'
my deviant heart...
a suicide note
of shell casings,
loved him anyway."
||shoo.shu ||

Game on?
I don't do leagues.
PG?
I got some tips:
when
I'm done,
it's still
unlikely.
|| shoo.shu ||

"he took her down.
a dismemberment
of internal
memories
she could
never forget."
|| shoo.shu ||

"chasing down
******-babble
with distilled
shots of art
after detonation,
was not unlike
unlike being
spellbound
by a lover's
jawline,
unhinged."
||shoo.shu ||

"Toxic nights
when we were a
prophecy of
sensory overload,
hidden in the
grimace of oblivion."
|| shoo.shu ||

Trying to breathe,
TRYING TO BREATHE
into the woods.
An old woman
in a furry hat
& I,
laughing together
still somewhat
lifelike.
Ever too proud
to play
boomerang
or go fetch
for change
FOR CHANGE
we live out
of bags.
Exactly where
we're meant to be
& 'how you say?'
...all that jazz."
--shoo.shu #doubleentendres #poetry #spilledink #inthenow #inthemoment #underdog #homeless #boho #bohemian #wanderlust #gypsy #nomad

"astral influences
conspired as I
unraveled into
the haunts of
an electric hum
under your skin."
|| shoo.shu ||