screaming at low volumes
shall we write? he looks at me with his giant eyes, bigger than the sun at noon and the moon rising. dark black pupils, stretching out young arms, back bowed into upside down rainbows… “Fuck it, why not?” “What shall we write about”, I ask? he blinks his eyes slowly, a reminder that he is … Read moreCat Poems
here again, with nothing to say, nothing in my heart, a stranger in this strange land, immigrant of circumstance. cry out, oh lord, cry out! part the clouds and send your fury, for nothing remains in the ashes of creation – I set the flames to destroy your face, your tears of sunshine stir nothing … Read moreNothing Left To Say
hello beauty of the lowlands,flower of my homely gutter -i wonder how it is that you have gracedthis parched desert where no god has livedsince Humans rose to walk.i wonder at the scum that seeps out from my teeth,i wonder at the rage that simmers below my balls.what waste it is to have scum in … Read moreIt’s Too Hot To Drink
its a confusion inside my head, no reason anyone should live this way. it’s a confusion in my brain, got the sickness of 10,000 rains. it’s a fog that folds me inside, it’s a rusty knife – there’s a bad face on the wall, can’t see so well, i just fall. ain’t no winners, ain’t … Read moregetting better
i’ve a friend of some years who cries into pillows when no one is looking and wishes for an escape route out of the fire of burning tobacco fields. a good and decent person, she cleans and does laundry and loves like a mountain watching its valley as she prepares simple fare. she wants for … Read moreUntitled
The visiting hours are over,lying in bed killing time(As if we could kill timewithout injuring eternity – Thoreau)Wondering about saintsand sausages (Moritz)and how having an archbishopin your family might belike having an American Envoyin your family,so that Basel 1,000 years agois Iraq today.A reasonable person would accept thisas proof evolution is not directedor deterministic.Or, one … Read moreécolier
Some people are neutral, others just ugly. But the neutral intrigues, it demands a judgement that never arrives: it waits for hatred, sits for love, but nothing ever comes. I wonder what morning looks like to the Neutral.
there are those moments when the tears blind … everything becomes a star and the universe hurts. there are those moments when breath will not come … the clouds freeze and die, and nothing moves from fear. i dreamt we were all laughing, arguing over who would make coffee. the smiles and rolling sounds were … Read moreBlack Holes
Flying over a Million yearsof being sad, dying.The glowing lights below,the empty streets -where is my Jericho,whose walls have fallenlike whores’ pantiesaround ears and ankles?The doomed silence,raging with the child’spiercing cry,is not afraidto be silent for 10,000,000more breaths.And I, I am not either.
100 pounds of insanity,just enough brainsto flatter sexuality.Dreaming of those lips,pondering that ass.A million firemenpouring onto your flame -but the alleywayswill always be a reminder:September autumns,Georgian winters,never a Catholic christmas.Such savagery dragsthe bird into the cat’s lair.Delinquent Suffrage,let your voice be heard,through windowsup-out from toilets.Infections are your memoirs:my heart will always be sick.