If wine makes us dizzy and head turns elapse as time takes us, busy and dead-tired, contracts our fate, our sun, our burning secret black…
Only that tracing finger along a sinuous ridge hints at the valley that you might flow within in some secret pleasure dome that your seams…
Your piqué nubility beckons me on as if a carrot had on stick drawn above my head, your airy midheaven lights as if two thousand…
For every fire started I’d sooner forget how I speak in a code even to myself, how you reach out to me in every set…
Poetry for prowess: let me number the days before sight takes hold, before light makes ways into this matter of import, exporting the folds of…
Each gulp of death casts its moment deep into gullies, gaps like torrents easing into place; appeasing this space with the rhythms exchange, not long dormant…
Ring us evenly in this final coming, the next beginning of a fish unwinding its languidity out, its electric spin running through the waves as…
No evocation of god nor holy grail can wade this emboldened maelstrom, no gale nor vocation, no reason for praise in this ensemble passing retrograde.…
Jupiter, hear me in our infinite hour: time so completely, too sweetly soured in this Saturnian verse, our beastly powers set to the Moon, the…
Our invisible machinations march through the hours, thinking of nothing so that nothing might become of my madness, your furtivity, and our stinkingly dour stoicism…
If mirrors were liars, if neurons were cowards, I’d not be so quick to escape with the dower of that murky dream’s promise of weddings…