So tired, the weight of a damp world sopping on my shoulders–and who put that bloody towel about my neck, but my stained hands alone–who else could have waked the beast already wandering in dreams of devouring whole psyches full, who fed the monster weary food for thought, as lines in broken plaster, stolen in […]
Winter time is a god hung low in the southern sky, with equatorial persuasion catching at his heels, dragging his body to lower places, while keeping others in perpetual shadow–to frost and then bite at what shafts they can snatch from a falling god. Up here, thin corpses are forced to hurry their descent to […]
Exude gentleness And the universe hums in reply. Oh let me show you, I can move the earth, And it moves me. Lush, it calls to me; Ripples of sweetness Trapped in drops of dew– Ad infinitum.
Feeling selfish as I become one with the many, I am apart from the one, and always feeling torn between one million things pulls my identities in so many directions, and where is my mind supposed to stop? Does it land where fate has destined it, and am I left to wash up, an empty […]
We just wanted a couple more nights Of fun, but we were robbed blind And I scrambled in the dark for some Semblance of a key but it just kept turning into cocaine. I wept that I had to clean up again– broken candy canes, beer cans, bloody tissues. I just want to make rent, […]
Always a human. Always a human. Never a hero. Never a villain.
All those beautiful pinholes in the ceiling, tiny pricks of light leaking into a darkened world. A thousand light years away could not keep them from burning roundness in our vision. A deity’s million jewels revolving and reveling in their adornment on a deep blue mantel– brighter than eyes spying on the offspring below, worlds […]
I can feel the heavens opening they’re wrenching through my mind shafts of light piercing throughout my insides The earth telling me I’m Sister Mother whispered on my bones Smothering my linings The eternal story forever told
Under my fingernails there is black. Not only is it ash and ‘what is left’ but it is my flesh soon to return to ashes to ashes, dust to dust mixed altogether this corn husk is the same dirt from which it came. What is a rose by any other name? Dust.