cloak and dagger

Halloween c re eps__________
             in shows of anatomy
             like something is laughing
                                  winged satire
                                       with the reminder
                                     a looming promise
                                        of death]

              immortal as spirit may come
                I cannot say I fear the moment
                    day and hour unknown
                       just love me as if I was never

           the sprinkle of obscure snowflakes
                   will always become me


Your absence
        is poison
        yet your voice
            keeps me lucid

A ketamine regime
        you lead
    & it’s bearing your brand
      \sweeping swept
                       this mess

& in this pile of dust
I will wait for your manifestation
         consecrating nothing
                 I will wait____
           《patience is a virtue》
for your ebony keyquill memory
      I hold my last breath
         for a show of treachery



Self preservation is second nature
                   & survival/first priority
                   & my aggression useful
                                 though wild Abandon
                              arrives standard
                        sometimes even late
           Where I haunt, men tremble
       I cannot see why they might [aim]
                                                       to pull
                                   |the trigger/but|
                            they must act, as I do

      There is a loneliness in this world,
                 so great
___ I cannot deny it
                                      [loathe to have it]
                        Where oracles call,
                                    I must be led
                                           to my revival
                        the carrion in my teeth
             is naught but remains of enemies
                      when I explore, the world__
                      Know: I rarely eat alone



Petrified bones and a driftwood key
          honey-amber vessel on hand
                             lead me away, sage,
          row us into the stars
      where epiphanies are sugar sweet
          torturous for the pain in my teeth
 / silken synchronization

      As if beyond the Blackwall
       as if thrashing against the gates
                             of Tartarus
                   my memory is gone, &
                now remains bits and pieces
                             but the severance is taut
              I need to know
                               |access denied|
             All I received were
                        firefly larvae by the seer
                               whose ambroxan scent
                            could hardly be identified

                             They’re all I need,
                            soft their whisper, [isn’t
                            that what you want
                           》》  to relight
                        》》  the way*?

                  Reuniting with paradise
                     seems farfetched at times
                  appears blissfully easy but
                 much like wishful thinking
                           it’s not fair
                          it’s not fair



every night is wasted
                         without you
  pointless drives/I need reminders to drive
   this  fist struck from another car’s
               passenger side window
                 flee unnoticed
               with the speed of my heartbeat
              a waxing moon unrealized
      I always sense I am not alone
                  and I know the sensation well
                        There are plans
                  and then stopwatch fails –
          disappointment wears me
                            like a worn out fashion
             There’s a stiffness in my right arm
                              every time I fall asleep
                              if I sleep
                             [maybe next week]
             》》until then I race reality
                                to a known stop line
                          checking traffic for cops
                                     the “hidden” kind
           I’ll lose my mind for a second
                                              of your time
              there’s no need to rob me blind

   steal away/eyes open/any day

             ——->         accelerate ×



A carnival-colored revolution
        of guerillas in action
        the festival of blood, poison
                             & gunfire

            undercover allies simper
                                            for pesos
                          amidst a mutual hatred
                                 & passion’s heartbeat
                 an island tightly wound/
                        the feisty femme fatale
                                    whispering in my ear
                                   of how badly Anton
                          has captured
                               [corrupted]               her


 sing me to sleep
             so beautifully I can’t resist
                the subtle
          a chorus of ethereal crescendos
                                  & their echoes
           falling me down, calling me back
                 to a time I was not born to
                     shifting |strong| in this vessel
               there’s blood in their voices
                      & its power speaks
               in dreams I make love
                                        to the shaman
                                        wear her talisman¤
                                 in dreams I make love
                                        to his majesty
               like I won’t l as t the night

      Living off the lonely lockpicker
                       paying only
                                   in silver
                        in dreams I am banféinní/
                        when the music stops
                        I am a survivor
                              &    you cannot afford
                                           my soul


Many Few

warm embers in the oven     chamber
    perhaps that’s just where I remain
       when my ghost says see you,

     & I can’t describe the amount of times
                                                  I’ve felt alone
                        reaching for purpose
                        straining fingers for home
                  knuckles crack and
                  as a matter of fact
                  everything else follows suit

     I didn’t think I belonged
                         so it lost its matter
                         until my mind leapt over
        & now every wind in every direction tastes
         like freedom

             & I want to extend my hand
                  however small the gesture
                        there isn’t a day that passes
                            without you in some form