boggled by the minds
of frenzied cherry pickers
who don't taste the fruit

homespun
honey
on
a
patchwork
quilt
satisfies
the
bare
floorboards
just
before
sunrise

ramblin' man's moderation

six words in Ernest

Noises. Curious. Door. Daddy fucking George.


Nobody home. Garden hose. Cemetery rose.


Girl. Thirteen. Mommy's lipstick. Bloody sheets.


caught in the crossfire. My child


Family. Tent. Music. Bread. Tea. Hashish.


LOST: Mind. Last seen with LSD.

valentine for his psychotropoetic desire

wednesday's kin

high strung crows
harness the frozen dialect
of self appointed mockery

human belly fire
Pound(ing) heart
bequeathing fertile woman
with phonetic vibrations
upon consummation

honey
drips
from
a
queen
bees
hive
when
her
keepers
instinctively
caress
the
garden
with
their
pollinated
fountain
pens