Tag Archives: hunger
Bullshit
Stand before me with your shredded gown of reddened leaves And tell me about tomorrow As witnesses we close our eyes only to inhale the scripted repetition Bullshit; as my father would say He was a stoic man Who used … Continue reading
If I stay, I stay for tragedy
Sayonara quiet fiction Skulls and bones Quarantined confessionals Russian doctors and Quebecois peep shows Living on the lines of the disease Party betrayal The ill fashion of a single leper Followed by obese men in suits Layered in the fragrance … Continue reading
My dream of the reverse parachute
I dream of space Planets shadowed by bursts of gamma Silence, darkness, the journey I dream of what may be found Only after my cells depart my soul Lightening my hold to gravity So I may lift past dead rockets … Continue reading
Expired, A James Bond Romance
He never only wanted a lover Testing her thighs for a blade But a breath of love Held his wits at her door Fingers twitching while burning shells haunt his feet It was war and solitude that had pierced him … Continue reading
Chain-link bruises
I’m not ready to lose the sky Rain and burdened atmosphere The sun burning yellow on the horizons As they had decades before When my hands were less full Sometimes she tells me She cannot remember to smile When a … Continue reading
The love, a dangerous woman
Lost in this imagination of you Your lover a violent deity But must I care When my heart burns beyond flesh and cotton I’ve swam though bees and glaciers I’ve grasped the hand of death to find warmth in his … Continue reading
Spoils of youth
So, fuck the youth in their shiny white shoes Pulling on the hose We’ve got rows Of youth more thirsty That mother with her carriage Taken from the dumpster The painful bits Wrapped in wash cloths Samaritans seeking fame It’s … Continue reading
To the other man
I look into her times Thoughts, photographs, I know her will, introspective Cold and rewritten As those Asian eyes read Moving lines, hands and funk She sped on all fours to eat his seed In his bed, in his stink … Continue reading
Self criticism
I wear my moles diligently While no pride shall truly ensue I wear them well A handful of glass will stain tonight’s sheets But the tenderness stays We are about to greet a starfall Heaven does well to lose its … Continue reading
Jiujiang stone
There is no place like you In the doorway Looking down upon your shoes Where Qianjin Lu passes From the school on down to into bamboo Don’t you miss the years Before the maps changed Skylines ruptured And the yearning … Continue reading
Beneath Snow, Leaf, and Soil 