- The Jawbones of Odor -

i did not become a man
because of a woman,
nor was it significant years of my life
crossing the earth's hemispheres,
or acts of violence mixed with regret.

this madness hides in the scent of self awareness,
there, born, amongst demand and struggle
where as a child i cupped my hands
under my arms when shame and
embarrassment licked their lips and bit down
on my nape repeatedly.

- Magnetic Fields -

It's useless to wait
after counting the sky twice

You planted stars
in everything you touched

How
a million nights
swell into one another

I wander to
this night rainbow,
to chase the promise of her glow

- Princess of Wax -

A thin ribbon
captures her hair
where I nest
and
close my eyes
every time we kiss.

- Song of Despair -

She stole over me
this weakness
that dripped
from me
and
haunted my bones.

- Vascillate -

both lips knit with fault,
such ardor to collapse upon its self
along the shore of a beach
that no paths cover.

- Polite Nausea -

it was the ripeness of the evening,
he felt pregnant and
round like clouds
the rights of spring
chisel the neighborhood,
walking to meet an
opal woman,
the spine of an evening
rising.

- Paper Moon -

Paper moon
you spoke to me
as though you were alone
honest, insecure, loathing,
sagging in bow of the morning body,
there to wane
behind the light,
a sheer and fibrous membrane
diminished.