Yesterday's Arc
your eyes are my skies
they colour the seas that the sparrows
fly over
today, I fed them - the
sparrows - from the palm of my hand
which you kissed yesterday
when...
Salt and Light
We are human
after all.
Real love doesn’t keep a
record of wrongs.
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
If you could take the fire out from the wire
And you could take another hit for me
The Destiny of Nostalgia
Nostalgia
derived from art.
A poem,
a play, or,
indeed, a
Song III
I open up
his chest, carved ivory
like piano keys
my fingertips bless his ribs
I am the first pianiste
and I can coax melodies
no one has ever heard before
my mouth to...
Heaven
all of
bliss
dispose of
you
‘til the sky ends
wait the sky
(wild)
When next we meet,
you will say,
Hello my deer,
and then
I will lick your nose.
Before I forget…
If you love going
onto the streets at night
naked, with antlers,
dance...
042512
Sometimes the closer you get
words are less tangible
and all I hear
is the erratic heartbeat
drowning out most
coherent intentions.
Acupuncture
She put needles in my head
“that should fix it up”
leave me by the cold chair.
… I’m sober
and regretful
but my eyelids flicker, these liken
baphomet palms
lose...
