After Death

In the cooling of blood,

The restoration of satiation.

Something waits by the garden.

The End of the World

At my window,

A gun.

In my mind,

extraordinary sexual and living acts

Demonstrated in dark colors.

Then a great red bang.

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The scales of the grain feed

Sway with an unconscionable math.

After the man’s house grows rats

to provide epidemics,

One will advise you at home while you die –

Grateful to be out of the hail of the heat.

Desire

In the heat of the heat,

ask me for the sun.

The X on my chest

Marks the spot.

Heavy

Then Nothing

white white seeing,

then nothing,

send fridge love.

3 Lines

My adversary removes my house.

His name walks among my artifacts.

He pays me a tip for leaving.

Evolution

My brother,

The energy of the planet,

Inexorably travels

toward a day of payment.

Skilled workers of androgyny and antimony

Mine mint mimeographs.

What is absent?

Is it the gift?

The powers that are

Cannot remember if fish are needed.

Candy

My eyes

Without permit.

Thrill shivers beneath my surface.

Light candy.

Stripping pink silhouette,

Like wallpaper,

Like lover.

My cloak is a cloud,

Dark, and rolling over me as a storm

over a fruitful plain.

Call me by my needs.

Can you tell where I’m going,

All finesse and shard?

The space between my thighs

A confection.

Breath

Lockpicks reveal the world

gnarled like dusk.

chloroformed dolls

in their Friday night best,

monthly installments of fear,

Stoned stones,

Testify the presence of a blueing breath.

Screaming in your room,

The horrors of an indifferent night.

The Untrained Saints in No Weather

I am making a copy of five dollars,

five water pipes,

five needles.

The closure of weather

Leaves the continental castle confused.

Today is an apartment,

With five undisciplined disciples

Learning to make music from movement.

I am a mystic,

The visions of my ears divine.