StipticWhore portraiture--many blades to wateralone together.
Sunken LibrarySere pages decaybathtub-born resident--logical greeting.
VulcaniJunco lattice--skull mounded reed circulars--feckless mage.
D. Metel vs The Ivory TrollSeeds rain down uponrusted cast nails,blue chips of glass,the shoebox they put me in doesn't fitmy fingers,my thighs,my heart,my liesto avoid being categorized.
Valentine 2015Compassion toward an invader is non-local to faith.When identity can only be mistaken,strew the welcome mat with nails.One man's scarlet shame is another man's crimson assurance.The taste is sullen, yet haughty, overwhelmingly sea-salty.I have nightmares about metal monsters,water breathing pickpockets,paper mache owls and the ginger mafia.The color of the corner you're painting us into,is it the soft red glow of love,the deep pink of "Don't touch me there!",the sterile white of "Never mind, you are far crazier than I imagined.",or the putrescent yellow of our anemic plight,our fearful hearts and shaking hands,our frenzied machinations,dripping blood, sweat and bile into a pitch black yawn(?)...
Left-Handed Bibles OnlyTwist-tree angstgawk pang ecstasy framedslender moon --stay.
When The Maskim Fall Like RainDelicate thingsblossoms easily bruised--hard to see beyond their swords.