Mad day flags crackling in the dawn the sharp intensity of drink dentelleries thrown over the mill fire sun and candlelight and at midnight I squeeze the juice of the silver fruit of th...

War was romantic in the days of ol… The knight rode forth to battle un… Wearing the favour of some royal m… Who loved him for his courage lion… And thus he sought adventures mani…

The mirror crashes against my face and bursts into a thousand suns. all over the city flags cracle and bang. Fog horns scream in the harbor. The wind hurricanes through the window. Torn...

What chance have snakes upon an as… When giant limousines go gliding b… Of courtesans resolved to gratify The lust of lovers seeking new abo… I do not envy the unfriended toad

A sunfort flourished in my sunless… Beyond the Sun. Here in a tower a… The sunbirds of my lady’s eyes wer… Alas, poor targets for the sun-god… The Sun at Chartres seen through…

Raymonde If it were not for you I would not be glad today And I would continue to dream Of lovely ladies in lands long ago

Unwedded from the world, I stray… To where a pool lies mirrored in t… A disk of polished gold that I ha… With labours not unknown to Hercu… Slender they bathe, all naked as a…

The Sun! the Sun! a fish in the aquarium of sky or golden net to snare the butterf… of soul or else the hole

the colors have begun to form silvergray with cramoisy and gold into an arrow carved by storm beyond the fear of new and old and where the arrow fits the bow

You’ve slipped from out your eveni… Before the polished lookingglass,… Unclasping frail corsage, while yo… Your blushing charms. Your waywar… Intrigue, as slowly you remove the…

I have invited our little seamstress to take her thread and needle and sew our two mouths together. I have asked the village blacksmith to forge golden chains to tie our ankles together...

I think I understand you, Baudela… With all your strangeness and perv… You whose fierce hatred of dull wo… Led you to seek your macabre visio… Where shrouded night came creeping…

Like mutilated skulls they roll Across the soul’s white sand And only she can make a wall And only she can understand Let my experience be a lamp displa…

I never go to church to pray Among the crowded pews Nor kneel before a crucifix To hail the king of Jews I never say a prayer

Moon of leaves, Moon of the falling leaves, To you I bring the slippers of the sun. That you may dance upon the