\pir-oh!-wet\

just a drop
to show me that you do
it kindly

when each loop
becomes a noose around
i love you

i could sew sequins
on your slippers but that won't
bring you home tonight

black sabbatical

this
here's
the
bell
that
i
jingle
when
i
cain't
find
myself

see the stars

streetlamp regiments
marching to Bethlehem in
search of a savior
pause to sip Mary's blood
in a sidewalk cafe

i write my own confusion

you talk to me in your head but i can't hear you talk to me in your head but i can't hear you talk to me in your head but i can't hear you talk to me in your head but i can't hear you talk
to
me

black-eyed susan

she sat up
and blew kisses amidst
her own death

twilight slingers

swallowed the sun

how
does
her
honey
slide
off
yer
spoon
?

i licked your
tears off my shoulder to
keep you here

postcards

gathering stones
for
a
cemetery
child
to
call
her
own

liquid applause(refined)

yer
knees
will
be
slippery
by
the
time
that
we're
through

abducting persius

you sink your fences
into sand and clamp down on
nameless lovers reckoning
with your blind ambition
sharpening swords
to hurtle across aboriginal plains
for the glory of pronouncing
yerself a man, a god, a king
of a crumbling facade
but no stars will bear your name
when the silver slinging fairies
wipe the swollen tears of bleached centuries
from the original face of eve

three sheets of ivory kin

them thorns and
this hammer are worn from
wearin' you

three flights of whipped cream
swallowing blueberries
on Tuesday

early bird

umbilical crimes
harnassing the moon
with a magenta smile

lemons to aid Evan

translucent
graffiti
is
lining
your
cheeks
with
forgotten
angel
speech
that's
tangled
in
an
abandoned
web
still
sticky
from
the
sugar
in
your
sweet
and
bearing
down
on
gravity
with
the
ease
of
a
poisoned
lasso
murmuring
to
a
significant
breeze

feeling time with butterflies

first quarter prophets
filling their pockets with jewels
siphoned off teardrops

no
father
to
figure
this
Tupelo
suit

lcd soundsystem

blossom

what
language
failed
to
mention
fell
on
the
precision
of
her
rotating
inclination
to
murder
the
hard
boiled
bastard
with
a
satchel
full
of
abel's
screams

buttered clouds
is breathin' in them
framin' papers

consum(H)er

ozomatli

the
ribbon
that
you
wrapped
my
sugar
in

twenty-six tears

there is no light in your eyes
mercy has no perimeter
no decency
no design
just a bag of centrifugal absence
littering the roadside void
with cardboard credentials
dipped in the purring kettle
of a no vacancy sign
catapulting memories of
a graphite sky pinned with valiant medals
into the sleepless concoctions of infinite demise

suicide insid(H)er

they's
peach
juice
on
yer
tongue
indecates
that
woman
done
been
out
tendin'
t'
her
gardin

affliction levy

White Denim - "I Start To Run" from Downtown Music on Vimeo.

mutual
confessions
will
keep
the
water
murky
enough
to
sink
your
candid
smile
switches
into
the
intentions
that
are
waiting
for
conciliatory
satisfaction
from
behind

LONESOME
DISTILLER
OF
AMBIENT
SMILE
FRAGMENTS
AGED
IN
AN
EMPTY
DANCE
HALL
FLOURISH
WROUGHT
WITH
A
2/4
PSYCHOSIS
DRIP
THAT
SWOONS
AT
THE
THOUGHT
OF
CAROLINA
TRILLIUM

below jellico

mama said
thet yer burnin' in yer
own disease

don't ask, don't tell

a shot of sugar
before the guillotine seduces
yer threadbare liberty

house call

apothecary salve
splattering my back
with a string of saturated pearls

please give me
back the breath that death stole
from Thebes deceit

"Blessed is he who, being fortunate and knowing the rites of the gods, keeps his life pure and has his soul initiated into the Bacchic revels, dancing in inspired frenzy over the mountains with holy purifiications, and who, revering the mysteries of great mother Cybele, brandishing the thyrsos, garlanded with ivy, serves Dionysus." (Euripides, Bacchanals 73).

clinical daughter
accumulating treason
on her inner thighs

bakers dozen

Mrs. Bible's regret
swingin'
on
the
arm
of
a
segregated
mimosa
tree
with
a
blue
ribbon
slit
carved
in
his
belly

watercolour

mourning light
sucking crematory smoke
in silence

sample sale

the
bodice
of
her
caress

unbuttoned

rolling
on
her
hips

cast iron skillet color
in your heart