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Throb, throb Slick & greasy Grasped inside mauling digits Flipped from detached branches Eyes open to the screeching rhythmic peace Pain so loud it’s pure […]

I place my circle around your neck And bind my soul to yours Forever Written in a muddy tent in Bosnia.  

Brown, dry thistle Lonely, half dead Softly dancing In its crystal bed Golden-haired angel Graceful and pure Sit and whisper Soothing, unspoken cure Written somewhere in […]

The fleeting thought Unless scribed Is soon left behind Like the one that went before

Loneliness in ancient gardens Wooden figures fleeting Guardians guiding Lost among mobile mountains Whose goddesses possess The hero Long tile of tragicomedy Spasmodic pulsing Crossing […]

Heavenly hosts Pale, tinged & tight Gliding by In narrow arteries Lined by Short sentinels Warmth in waves Crossing flows Seeking ancient shelter Two lefts […]

(Or, “It’s not that far, and you might not get hurt”) Madame Muse has locked her legs around me … A million red bricks like […]