tarnished artist

White feather quills
             & marble busts
     wrinkled cash lying flat
                              atop agarwood
             can I portray you/
                         &   would you permit me
                                       my love,
                      could you forgive me
                             for [ENCASING] you


complex questions/

So good it had to be posted twice.


you asked what i saw
blindfolded on the rise:
trees aflame
with heat of suns
immolation to make way
for worlds without end
my hand held blind and
you sighed...
ashes fell black snow from
steel-grey skies
you cried...
but it was for my eyes
not for scenes described

merely a dream? like as not.

did cassandra dream?
did she taste black ash,
smell burnt offerings?
did her dreams scream?

i stagger at the thought
elbow steady in your hands

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When the moon is ripe
    I wonder what it may be like
           to kiss you|suddenly|softly.
       The moment is slow___
             yet contests my racing heart
                     & I know therein lies fantasy

   I wonder at my own desires,
          bespelled by ancient oaths
                   We’re bound so
          [I know you’ll keep them]

                   There are melted passions
                       strewn across my tongue
                         wet and pliable  [for you]
              If I wanted to play God I could not
                     though my wish would be not
                              for power but time travel
                                           & distance span

                 Madness simultaneously
                                    consumes &
                                   reveals all
                         lit like luminol
                  Let’s batter down these walls
                                   &   if we couldn’t
                let’s make love before × them


Chef’s Kiss

Sizzling bubbling heat/
              wind it down

   inside/ the fire
            the smoke the embers
                          my flavor is free

& the chili

I promise



Capricorn 13° A fire worshipper ~ MAGIC — Sabian Symbologist ~ Saijin

“Ever a work in progress.” Capricorn 13° A fire worshiper ~ MAGIC Can’t stop me now! When you hear your own fire burning the decree, “Lead, follow or get out of the way!” Know that your divinity has spoken. You are welcome to go ‘round the block as many times as you please. But doing […]

Capricorn 13° A fire worshiper ~ MAGIC — Sabian Symbologist ~ Saijin

My Venus & Neptune placement to the degree.


I rub salve
            in all your fissures hoping
  you’ll let me make the decisions tonight
    because if I didn’t love you/
       I wouldn’t be consistently leaningagainst                      

         your shadowed

                            waiting for your light
                                       hot ball of fire, sun]

                    Everything is smoking
                     & I’m playing with the shards
                  seeing you as you dare not see

& if I’m making you blush
          it’s a good thing
  it means: this peppermint oil is cooling
      shhh…         ●  I’ll be your tourniquet|


Breathe Deep

I always like to send a message
            by trial and error
               by fire and shatter
                  gunshot silenced
                                 & brain pierced

I don’t give a fuck what you think
                                                  [of me]
             but I do give a fuck what you think

                         Do you remember when I
                                 told you to hold the line
                            Do you remember how I
                                 said to hold fast?

There may have never been time for that
                  & certainty shows
                              in simplicity
                   [s]words like death
                          life, love, pain, poor,
                                 rich, hate, decay
                                      Freedom carries
                                            responsibility we
                                  instinctively know/ but
                                      if we’re not used to it
                              did we ever really own it?

               Maybe this is why we are all here
                                        to wave the past on

                           We’re making more sense
                                          every day of

        T h e           L o   n   g           C  o  n


unknown aristocrat

stumbling stumbling over/
                    words cannot communicate
                    my awe in the aesthetic
                                                     of You
       wound golden rings and stoic refine
                like a reluctance to show
                         what’s hidden
             for the show has been harshly

                        I aim to reignite
                              the sun in your hollow
            sit amongst magnificent banquets
                     and you/ with lucullan                                         diamonds

                    I ache for your plight
                humming tiers in the nightfall
                        ruminating past lives
                             where I might have
        slid fingertips under your fabric
                               and wildered away

                                                Content at last



Maybe it’s just a matter of
                       human nature
          but I want to scream
                            my revelation
              courage is fighting
                              for a way

       & if this is the only way I know how
                           if this is the only way
                 I know words carry weight &
                     though they can be torched
                     they’re immortal

                       Maybe these silver plumes
                                 are all I can spare you
                                                    [on offer]
       like summoning the spirit of Cassandra
                            like you,
                        I yearn to change the world 
             & Your reality fuels my tank
                       & I would never spite that gift
                 I would never
                    Betray|Capture/hold it hostage

  Instead call me riotous
                I think there’s always civil unrest
                                    where there’s silence
                 So here lies my promise
              Exhume the corpse of your sadness

             This world feels on a regular basis
                  I will thread the needle through
                    Take my hand ___ we leap
                     Just hold the line with me
                           Hold the line