Behind Invisible Weapons

Close your eyes. And repeat after me… Belief is strange. It has a magical quality that can completely transform reality if you buy into it. It’s so strange that if we’re told something enough times we might grow to adopt it as “Truth.” Even if that “Truth” is actually an invisible weapon disguised to hurt…

Poisonous Please

Sweet snowy rain I hear you rumble– Breathe upon me Until the moon has failed And shattered every heaven Out of itself, out of herSelf Until the moon has failed And the fires of Her bleeding stop. Covered fully, still covered An eyeless wingless winged angel weeps No process, devouring every clock. I tear away…

Remember When

Reanimate cognition And bring yourSelf into new fire Return to suffer Without limbs! Without fever! Climb out onto the dusty rings of Saturn And reanimate cognition Frozen… Without limbs! Without fever! There I heard the secret words: “NOSTOS!” She whispered. “ALGOS!” He cried. Were the good times then? If only I had known while I…

NeterSelf

Twist the nails out of the fingers and bones, Cold beyond remedy The Alien theatres of the Second Age Tear me away from the bleeding eyes In the everyday, I step into new oblivions! Flesh I am filtered inward Speak not of what was created But what was maintained! Far removed from the Grandfather’s chime…

The Fifth Eclipse 

In all directions, I see mountains. And beyond those mountains exist the Great Darkness. Nothingness. Abstraction. Time moving forward, dragging its rusted body across the dimensions in a spiral. Every minute inevitibility comes more and more into focus. What does it mean to End? I gorge on the Never, bringing into being a renewal of…

Born on top of the giant wave

Seventy miles, And seventy more! I fight the coast with my feet Where I stand to cease Kissing the wind with my face. The daystar bruises, The sea it sprawls With every stroke–leverage. With every word a fight. Hookers are delightful in red, A crown of flowers The shallow stage And a boy who calls…

The Day I Left

It has been so long… In this bed of rust I have lain. No flowers to wreathe my beauty– I drowned in tears and barb-wire dreams. O! WITNESS! How the snow melting sands–scorch my heart. Melt my eyes. Blast my skin. Is that the Sun I hear? So far away! I love when the vultures…

Little Evil Me

Little evil me. I’m tired of being pure. I wanna be bad.