i am volatile like an open flame near gasoline, i am the threat of spontaneous combustion, arson sparked wildfires tearing worlds apart and shuddering embers at the mention of vapor. i am an explosion of the heart carrying blood and nerve through terminating footprints, disintegrating form and memory like napalm over treelines, i spit flame…

i’ve been lost in the woods of your dementia while migratory winds blew soft and cool, kissing the leaves softly in a whisper of maple and cottonwood and oak, brushing the limbs, catalyzing in my delicate brain chemical eruptions, fountains of serotonin that flood the outer reaches of my city in crested waves of towering…

the light trembles, an epilepsy of thought, the air sizzles and sparks, the words arc outward and do not return, if i live to be one hundred the words will still scatter at my approach and i will try as i do to lasso them in with ropes made from smoke that dissipate and vanish…

the television holds nothing for me but i let it stammer on. the sun bleeds through the curtains and the cat stretches and scratches at the furniture. somewhere, atoms race toward one another in beautiful finality and we go stumbling onward toward the dismal sunset of a mad fucking chapter in human recollect like those…

turning and turning the dark centrifuge of this heart separating fire from water, brimming the surface with love like suicides, martyrs, prophets of self destruction. this morning slips through stained fingers and it is cold beyond the dead, a pale reminder of what lurks just beyond the threshold with open arms and killer eyes, lifting…

chase it with sugar to make it go down, stir it with your plastic spoon the purple blood of doom and still it kicks your tongue and rapes your throat, a burning current in your esophagus its aromatic terror is like napalm, watch it corrode the snifter like battery acid at desert noons, feel the…

my cat runs from me at times. in the dark hours i find her in solitude chasing spiders or watching shadows race the night and she finds my presence troublesome, she flees from my outstretched arms and disappears into the strange corners of this house where i am not welcome, though not always; often i…

we are blades of grass swaying softly in the breeze, brothers of circumstance we mutter amongst ourselves some way out of this mess but our plans are small and crude. we are dogs gone astray of the pack loping through the grass, with great bounding steps we bite at the world as it passes, sleeping…

she’s a thousand miles an hour, skin all gloss and sparkle, cold to touch, her arm surrounds my neck and pulls me every way, her fingers trace my cheek, her lips at my ear she speaks to me in whispers, never a shout, quiet, clean, soft as her throat. she has no sight and i…

your arcane rituals hold no substance and your methods have been obsolete from the beginning, put down your steeple and your sword for there is no place for these things as god is not an idea for combat or swaying, god holds no prevalence over any nation or principle for god is in all things,…