His scalding words—accost the court In chitin—pitch'd—with dark cavorts Cocottes scattered—cloisters cracked Quenchless gyre—consumption wracked His tower high—over the dead Blossoming fog—past colors fled.
We implode— explode— in raptures of liquid light that set the skin to sizzle on the spit like slow-cooked meat, pulled apart in greedy clutches, peeling skin from skin, limb from limb, sinew from bone until all is gone, fallen away in shreds and trickles. Tongues prodding, hungrily, for the taste of coppery bliss of… Continue reading Little Deaths
I. AI! AI! AI! Sated with stolen life, emerged from mother’s Night, there is longing to be free from the warmth of darkened humours-- to be crowned by The Light of Artificial Gods. Our worlds quake and rip, tossing us upon gory shores beyond fertile crests, illuminated by a cold Sun. Messengers sweep down in… Continue reading AI! AI! AI! (A Tartarus for Youth)
thoughts flow through the air like drifts of grey ash from a burning tower, scorching across white sheets like cigarette burns. to some, words sound foreign and strange— no rhyme or reason— but not to those who listen in tongues. for sooth of my Muse’s vanity, compulsion rules. mad scribblings abound. i disturb the peace… Continue reading Life In/Verse
How clever I think I am, pulling words from the air like rabbits from top hats to set them ablaze, across pages and ravage their pristine virginity. I bleed. I sweat. I shed tears upon reams so you can feel what I can no longer. Here I am ground down to the gristle, my passions… Continue reading The Spaces In Between
A white bolt from above rips through the clouds before our eyes— an epiphany— showering cuts upon the kitchen table, releasing bad blood, testing our guile and gristle.
I look, upwards, at blue sky through bare branches, the dewy wet of cool, green grass on my back, clinging, sinking, pulling me further away from this place. I long for the stillness of being found only in the shedding of this meat that plants me here. Oh, to touch those spaces in-between. To graze my lips… Continue reading Blue Sky through Bare Branches