Daylight spreads like a shivering harpy,
Wearies pursuit with tenacious chiding
Of every victorious ostentation
Barely warmed and clawing.
June 12, 2013
Your secluded eye as a scimitar bites
Its own fiendish glow
That Time’s fond prism cools and collects
In shadows like a tassel of bone.
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Its own fiendish glow
That Time’s fond prism cools and collects
In shadows like a tassel of bone.
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May 21, 2013
Show me horns like idols reddened,
Dancing steps lascivious and blue
In circles about your bristled fire
Gilding the frigid lips of night.
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Dancing steps lascivious and blue
In circles about your bristled fire
Gilding the frigid lips of night.
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May 20, 2013
Are you gathered into a clump of nerves
Fatted with milky sheaths for me to climb
Downward through a vat of marrows
Bubbling like contours of rescinded urge
Fatted with milky sheaths for me to climb
Downward through a vat of marrows
Bubbling like contours of rescinded urge
May 3, 2013
With all my hoarded composure
Flood reminiscence of a slightly brighter time
Playing too faintly for my thoughts to transcribe
Past those same repeated hooks.
Flood reminiscence of a slightly brighter time
Playing too faintly for my thoughts to transcribe
Past those same repeated hooks.
April 29, 2013
Olympic mole:
Silver medalist in the hammer throw,
But less competitive at the burrowing meet,
Amidst the suffocation and clamoring debris.
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Silver medalist in the hammer throw,
But less competitive at the burrowing meet,
Amidst the suffocation and clamoring debris.
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April 25, 2013
Last chill of April—
Luckily I’m still hibernating.
One day I will want to look out,
Hopefully before winter’s hush.
Luckily I’m still hibernating.
One day I will want to look out,
Hopefully before winter’s hush.
March 14, 2013
Soft banana, rotting banana:
I squish you with my fingers' trip
(Not without fear of contagion)
To divine the mettle beneath your skin,
Whether carrion Time has sucked away
All your inward ripened store of state
—Or if there withstands some braver patch
Not too gross to eat
I squish you with my fingers' trip
(Not without fear of contagion)
To divine the mettle beneath your skin,
Whether carrion Time has sucked away
All your inward ripened store of state
—Or if there withstands some braver patch
Not too gross to eat
March 11, 2013
I want to visit
IKEA.com
Because that’s the name stamped
(Darker than graphite)
On the Bilbo-sized pencil
With those six unvarnished faces
And an off-center lead.
IKEA.com
Because that’s the name stamped
(Darker than graphite)
On the Bilbo-sized pencil
With those six unvarnished faces
And an off-center lead.
February 4, 2013
Once more glide in the canted breeze
And bait my inclination with false augury
Whispered in swollen heaps of feathers
That only my disheveled tomorrow will preen.
And bait my inclination with false augury
Whispered in swollen heaps of feathers
That only my disheveled tomorrow will preen.
January 23, 2013
Resemblance in the glass baring
Its gaunt and mutilated gaze
Like a stiff posy held close
To wild incongruent rushing.
Its gaunt and mutilated gaze
Like a stiff posy held close
To wild incongruent rushing.
January 15, 2013
Leave the crying of disfigured wings
And return like a bat clipped and raw
To my snout in bluish vapors hid
Behind horizon’s drooping sheet.
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And return like a bat clipped and raw
To my snout in bluish vapors hid
Behind horizon’s drooping sheet.
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January 10, 2013
A feast for moody fingers:
Your harvest plump with discharge grinning
Sour incantation smeared
Docile and cold.
Your harvest plump with discharge grinning
Sour incantation smeared
Docile and cold.
January 7, 2013
Preemptively willing my teeth to cut
Wells into the rippled skin
Tiling this year of the snake
That should otherwise devour me hissing
And leave for the wind
My desiccated echo.
Wells into the rippled skin
Tiling this year of the snake
That should otherwise devour me hissing
And leave for the wind
My desiccated echo.
December 4, 2012
Beneath your nail
Spreading out,
Maculate tines of crimson
Resound:
Wake, wake
Atop riots
In my slight atria
Rummaging
(And there—
There!
Cactus-like
Take root).
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Spreading out,
Maculate tines of crimson
Resound:
Wake, wake
Atop riots
In my slight atria
Rummaging
(And there—
There!
Cactus-like
Take root).
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November 26, 2012
Starched ribs entomb
Motes by shepherding breath corralled
To slaughter and the hanging crook
In deeply chambered slivers of lung.
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Motes by shepherding breath corralled
To slaughter and the hanging crook
In deeply chambered slivers of lung.
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November 22, 2012
On my skin nerved with sweat
Press again the edge of imagined grace—
But I will no longer pretend to heal
When your hideous, icy craving is fed.
Press again the edge of imagined grace—
But I will no longer pretend to heal
When your hideous, icy craving is fed.
November 18, 2012
Slender, wilted arms of smoke
My once lavish avatar sheds
In flushed and fragrant metamorphosis
Climbing translucent, veiny husks.
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My once lavish avatar sheds
In flushed and fragrant metamorphosis
Climbing translucent, veiny husks.
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November 15, 2012
Find me brining
On the crater’s shore,
Lathered sumptuously plump
And white with foam;
But elsewhere among these sandy bruises—
My severed, discarded neck
Squeaks.
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On the crater’s shore,
Lathered sumptuously plump
And white with foam;
But elsewhere among these sandy bruises—
My severed, discarded neck
Squeaks.
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November 12, 2012
Broken teeth by gaps combing
Mellow, archaic striations
Across the brow of distant night
Like many raking diadems.
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Mellow, archaic striations
Across the brow of distant night
Like many raking diadems.
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