From the 2018 Collection "The Dead Dog Parish"
Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?
Tears tears do a walk-by unload the clip don’t know why now
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
Therein are the spoils of sorrow, the fruit of hardship, where wind snaps and prevails. Death whispers a hollow secret and I still shiver
In Thirty-Four years I can count on two hands how many times I’ve been in my right mind. It is a small percentage.
I gave way to Love and felt some marked change in psyche something difficult to speak about
Stay until the walls dissolve, problem solved. No Mustangs on this Mesa just a billion stars, a vendetta forgotten, secured.
Here in the suburb of Royalwood e… looks as it did decades ago, entro… where the deep slumber of human li… age and breed with rapidity and se… We sat out here and explored the…
A whole lifetime can go by simple and average, without change, misunderstood, or understood all too well—
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift
The duration of a miracle is exactly one moment, after that you may as well be talking about what happened in the big game last night.
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply
As a child I saw the meaning in n… I beheld the color code. I would dream of my bed whirling, I would feel my bed spinning. To take a birth here is a hard fal…