He had only eyes. No body, no voice, only eyes. He lived on my bedroom wall, staring down. Everyday, I’d ask, “What are you doing here?” He was still. One day, he blinked And there on the sky appeared a purple cloud I liked it, yet I asked, “What did you do?” He didn’t answer. […]Read more "He Had Only Eyes"
It might as well be raining blood. Children drank and bathed and played, their laughters like prayers for the blood to keep flowing, so this life would never end, and for adults, the ichor burnt through their bones. The sands on the beach, across the street, were wet, dark, and cold. Like her rose-flavoured hot […]Read more "Lifechild"
Once, not even in the prime of my child hood, I knew Death. He didn’t come to me, but He gave me a present, He showed me– Love. How it happened, I don’t remember exactly. Only as much as I could. He showed me wonder, beauty, a scrying of a future paramour. The body was […]Read more "Do the Dead"
I wish so many parts of me Would stop thinking It’s so noisy in here When there’s only so many Of me talkingRead more "Noise"
If I am addicted to, or drunken by anything, it’s my own thoughts, and I can’t seem to sober up.Read more "Addicted"
Anatomy of the Mind (1) I look to the right, to an opened bottle of herbal, monastery liquor I bought in Italy. It tastes even better on a chilly summer night. And it keeps me foggy, a little intoxicated, and going. I won’t tell you my name. You don’t have to know. I’m just the […]Read more "Anatomy of the Mind (1): Alter Ego"
(1) I wish my feelings were strong Enough to tie me down Close to the shore, to Keep me on the floor, Never to let me go. I wish I could lust so long To obsess over you. I wish I could look at someone The way they want me to Pin them to the […]Read more "Enamour"