in the long columns of sunlight i am stranded, in shade i am stranded, in downpour and desert i am stranded in this painting, poem, or song. it makes no difference where i go, i drive day and night aimlessly, i follow street shadows and blistered pavement through black and grey skinned hazard, i follow…

i am an artist, ask any woman who has known my carnal heart and she will tell you, yes, yes, he is an artist. she will tell you of my words, how i described her form, her eyes like ringed planets, the curves of her side like sand dunes touched with silk that i would…

let’s suffocate together between our little personal dramas. let’s drown together wrapped in the arms of our heavy maternal waters. let’s experiment with form, matter, sound, and light, rhyme, meter, method, and slip in to a slow strange expression. let’s enact a tragedy with characters old and new, let’s dance through life and cast dark…

i have encountered again the panic, the residual fear that hangs about and it brings me to a howl, loud and cold and alone, naked, shivering, again terrified of what each moment brings. it follows me like an instinct, through hallways and down highways and across states and in to cities, through the tangled mess…

watch patterns turn over and over and feed back in to your world, women and chemical affairs, the same stars that have witnessed since birth the patterns emerge and repeat, repeat, recycle and repeat. the moving parts of this machine run not on gasoline but blood, time, spirit and ethereal concept, love and lust and…

i have become something other than the sum of my own parts, hands through thin and troubled hair, eyes bloodshot and out of focus, everything thrice dissolved and offset by its own simulacral image. blood memory and familial madness, interactions with others, a strange presence permeates throughout the heart and follows wherever i go, ghosts…

i live among arachnids great and small and i have entered in to a conflict with the greater and more terrifying, their long thin legs stretching slow and full of horror like death threats, dark agony, filled with genetic wisdom and necessity, these wretched bastards. these many legged maniacs that drift across the carpet, who…

i dreamt that you and i were devils and we slowly destroyed one another with fire and hail and shrapnel, words of murder and consequence thrown about carelessly like so many wasted hours. i dreamt that you and i were lovers and we reveled in the company of only one another, rolling and rolling wrapped…

this is an expression of nature, this word, ‘war’, it is a necessary catharsis through which all things expel the waste product of power and being, the shedding of hope and fear and the removal of those who can not adequately adhere to this principle. this is necessary, this word, ‘war’, it must be maintained…

fluorescent light from my younger days, a child of strange merging, wandering through the house looking for things unknown; such light now, so many years on, spoils the utter darkness of her apartment though it scarcely finds us in the bedroom and it is just enough to know we exist. she lies naked on her…