vinegar over water, bleach, her breasts are but pale symphonies, concerto of flesh and want, thighs soft as moonlight, the slender dance of her spine pulsing through electric skin, the warm depths of her, the endless river of her. she is botany from a drunken god, a flower of laughter, a string orchestra, wild and…

acolyte, move close, get back, burn it burn it burn it burn it, vilify me like a pagan god then get close, move back, let your fingers drift across the ends of the bed now come close, drop back, burn it burn it burn it burn it like a paper god then slide closer, draw…

do you feel the eyes upon you when you sleep in your bed, do you share this country of inward dreams, are you alive or just pretending. are you a pale gift or ransom; don’t pretend, don’t brave nothingness for the sake of boredom, you bloom in this dead season whether or not you wish…

i fear the volume of it, i fear the solubility of it, i fear the coming of all this buried wrath upon some underwritten squall should i drown myself in its effluent conspiring. here god’s hand rests mirthless over the earth, waiting to close heavy fist and stir the dust of his makings at my…

i am a burning god, a lightswept devil moving out from the night all smoke and flame like one bereft of decency, a casual observer to this depraved congress, this odd circumstance. through the gray veins of dawn i rode the sunrise up and watched it sear the darkness away and paint the world about…

your heart is drawn in blood and drink, a novel of idiocy, some antic mutant of yourself. the years between us, i thought you purged from the ledger in my head; your very presence is tremulant with lunacy and old regret, what a mess you’ve become. departed girl, your youth has gone on and here…

those obsidian obelisks of genetic masonry pushed small red devils through the birth canal of this impetuous womb, the old way, head and heart aflame. they grew with great love from materials forged of anti-worlds, tooth and nail and hysteria, maniacal musings and slick laughter, the hackles of amused doom in those oddly pale and…

the lightness, mercurial lobes caught in webs suspended above all caring dripping slow and heavy like beads of honey, like ropes of heroin. you lack origin, a rumor, a pale spectre in the fire chasm of my heart, sundered by separation i crave your presence, your exterior, your velvet reflection in my terrible eyes, something…

oh lord, where have you gone from here. oh lord can’t you smell the sulphur predicate my coming, oh lord can’t you hear the sin beating dark in my heart, the acrid tones of my bitterness, the vulcanization of my thoughts, the ego of my ego and the shade of my approach moving before me…

cars on the highway, i can hear them in the night and i am alone, my words become knives, its all i can do not to weep in the dark before the leaves and the wind, a solitary figure smoking cigarettes, scratching my burning throat, the loneliness covers you like a coat, even the insects…