reap the harvest

Well met, lovely gardener,
        languishing with the Sun
   every morning:
I wait while you’re awash
    fierce dripping flesh
              in your rainshower

I am your honeysuckle reward
  no one cared properly for or since
      & when I rebel I break through
   concrete in sacrilegious color

              know despite my visceral thorns
                           in conscious relief
                          I seek your vengeance,
           for all your faithful labors gone remiss

under your warm meticulous nature
                 I will become ideal


the kind observer

the dreamy kinesis of falling feathers
as I mount an esoteric ladder
   I AM ungovernable at best
          temperamental at worst

   [researching spiritual rebirth &
                  the effect of sex
                                      hit the deck]

                  unleashing orgasmic bliss
                        from a canyon/ no,
        an awfully verbal mountain
                  comparative to myths
         of biblical proportion

             I spy/I spy

                     on your feet, now, soldier
            we are leaving


a girl loves an ambiguous grandisonant smith

I always ruminate on death & though I swallow the fact that it’s inevitable I serve the entity with a restraining order
         [knowing damn well it won’t stay away] perhaps it’s my aesthetic

                      no matter the case
        It’s only a paper slip
                to a human skull
      these words are
                    immortal/in that, you & I
           are supple peas in a mod

                weaving our legend

in the absence of light

        I sense poetry in all forms
   ____in every consumable
        it simply needs to be constructed
       from news articles on the expanding universe to brief snippets of conversation [seconds & seconds on seconds]

                my doomsday fate
       tragic shut in-case
    timid & belligerent to a world
        without you>>> fit for demolition


prostitute named Faith in South Central

You took a leap of faith showing
               your face here,
                            gotta say I like it
     keep coming back.

     I’d tip you personally for your patronage
   because poetry is wet
               attention is golden
         & my words smell of death
     somewhere the carcasses of old
        bloom with stiff petals|
    collapse to dust

   You know this shit keeps me lifted?
         I read what I like and who
              I like are the ones ridged with
       passion, unafraid to get
                           their ass kicked

                I hope it’s not one sided
       I’ve had enough of unrequited love
                  for thirty one seasons


a girl plants roses on Mount Vesuvius

My heart jumps loudly ahead beat by beat for a millisecond and it scares the fuck out of me, steals my breath and makes me question in that second if a second is all I’ve got left, & if it was, the first thing that springs to mind I’d never want to leave behind is you, nothing more astride the void the forever open door the bridge the hidden forge the lonely glow behind the Veil than you

& where your emptiness is, my love awaits to erupt like so much color/the birth of a nebula

there are black holes that go rogue & eyeballs in space with less thrust ahead/

momentum ad infinitum


the omphalos

in a banquet hall I overhear soldiers
    talk of near death experiences
      & phantom kings on their doorstep

                      masked by wings

@ 3AM I’m literally hoping/
          & I’d be unsurprised if
   [beneath the crown]

             it was you
                      the whole time


octopus dreaming

Mouth squelched shut
   tasting my tongue
     there there little bird
       finders won’t keep you

        Tie off five trash bags
                     full of yesterday’s lunch

               I know I can’t manage
                              plating the rest 》

                          but I’ll contemplate the life
                                of underwater geniuses
                                           changing color
                                                changing shape

         A little green I could never be
            & have never been comparative


the crime scene.

I got a sweet tooth
  and I can taste your blood sugar
    never knew stars could align

            I’m waiting for flashing lights
                 & rebel music
                      to mark your entrance
        but I know you’re ecstatic in darkness
          palms out/fingers stretched
                  pulling smart strings
       like piano wire

                       and when they press
     choke the surrogate | leave the child
                     we were born
                                   before the sun


machine elf.

There’s been so many instances of humiliation in my life it’s obscene &


with experience I can promise you for all intents & purposes you’ve never met a more empathetic tragedy and will never come upon again
                 someone like me

                     better yet