Tag: poem
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.
