Hollow fang? Volcano. Cat’s purr? Hymnals. Intuition?

The bar room is a bed of embers fanning themselves expediently, huddling to outlast the dark. A whoosh of autumn air ruffling their complexion each time

Like a distillation column, as I lighten so does my company, but it’s been the perfect quiet. So why cry violence? You can keep such good company

Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,

I remember being unmoved at more than one funeral at more than one memorial looking about impatiently impervious to the cries of the cry…

Whether you’re preaching to the ch… or your words fall on deaf ears, just know you won’t swing a single vote.

I would lie with my hand on the B… I would lie with my hand on a stac… of Holy Qurans. I would look you dead-in-the-eye, and tell you a lie.

That one more, chasing the dragon, carrot dangling,

A tide of blood, miniature in compare— But an ocean no less, to the virus in there.

Eyes to the ground, cutting through an alley, ruminating about a fight with a si… I notice a stray dog following, when I stop to pet it

I have this sensation when remembering the poignant noteworthy moments, Lovers, the Dead, crimes—

Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof

Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift

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,

Which came first, the egg or the h… An old friend visits on the anniversary of his death— He finds a voice