Books I read as I rock
back from accented guru
Books only women read
gaga over your fluid evil
Books seen by only paranoia
wording me into anything
naturally flaccid, never fullfilled
Farce: you are the daemon I use
to keep from waking.
Can’t Keep A Good Pagan Down
A Ghost With A View
I already gave you sage and sentiments unbound by
your lucid dreams
I gave thirst and fume
gave plumes of turquoise, smoking first
from the bottom, exploring file cabinet and
closet; possession, now clearer to me
than the objects which arrive every new day in boxes.
Inclement weather incurred indoors.
Bored eyes droop from lack of torture-
you, deep sea: you
bind my lashes to [...]
Blank Oppression
The little monsters who
devise my fingertips
The blind contortions
of joints prehensile
Move, bend, grab
slack my jaw and sigh
Fall, my eyelids, hide
my swollen, red eye
Fall, my hand, retire
who once touched an angel
Somnambulists, something,
cement fills these limbs
The gut-tumble worry
between desire and paranoia
The electricity inside
a blackblue sun forming
Anticipation, I adore you
tear me apart with black tooth
