I ponder the thought of an empty moon.
Candlelight snuffed, thoughtlessly they consume
the thoughts of the mind, endless periled doom.
Do not fear, for we too shall join you soon.

Happily take the bullets in my hand.
Red wine poured out, trickling along the path.
Eyes wide in fear, survey the aftermath.
My knees buckle and I sink in the sand.

The slice of silver pierces my rib cage,
and the moonskin peels back, sighting my rage.

I am moonskin
hiding in
sunlies.

from far beyond the catalog
of outward facing eyes
have you tried this heaven
on for size?

deliveries to the ancient gods
chilling tales siphoned from crimson fingers bring
invite the tearlet hydrangeas in blackwater morning

pilgrim verbed and possum-eyed upon the beady flesh
aches upon this figure draped in moonskin

the mystic sewn in lightning wands
yields powers too great to speak upon
it gleams across the emptiness
but drowns the sorrow and suffering
brings the venom to the bite
where zebras yaff and witches cry

each tremendousness too great to let the words pass by;
under veteran protest guard, blank canvases persecute
the artist for the crime they could commit
******* every noun of every subject

black succubus startled from eating the fetid meat
where robin hens reveal their sighs
inviting the trembling glitter to linger deep upon the doorstep

brief yet over simplified
explained under duress
alone the student begins to profess

Stale smoke floats molten,
in particle clouds haloed
around a sleepy skull.
Touch moonskin every time
you lift a hand to flush rivers
of air through your hair.
I am the air so I know
infinitesimal and everywhere
can’t escape me so I know
who your tears are for.
Your mother never left you.
Though her warmth is gone
and your flesh may not again meet
remember she always said
you are what you eat.
Well, you buried your mother
under grass and then ate salad,
threw her to ferocious flames
filled a fist she so graciously gave to you
with ashes and flung her to the winds.
Breathe in deeply.
Now in your lungs
her dust sticks to join
tar where I steep
waiting anxious to reclaim you.
**** another death stick, inhale
me in lungfuls during lunch
breaks. Though you’ve wronged me
and surely will again,
I’ll lend you air
to smoke a *** now and then
and welcome you, with dusted
open eyes, when time comes
to take you home.