For camellias and graves
Shade is for camellias and a state of mind Shade is one of fifty bookworms in their vintage lace Shade is dappled green & condom wrappers. Shade is laurel triumphs […]
Tag Archives: poetry
The cyclops’ night
The night I stared into the cyclops’ eye prepared to die I knelt and bent my head he pinched me by the nape and made me cry and as a […]
Boys and worms at 2AM
At 2 AM as shades dissolve; a blackbird gets his worm before the break of dawn. The young man, still alone drink the final drops and crush the empty beer […]
a wake @2 AM
My dreams just died @ 2AM. Sheet-entangled, pillow-crushed fluorescent-number-blinded tick-tock-clocked-aware bewared my thoughts are grinded into grime. @2 AM my mind is dwelling-dancing, mumble-fumbling for illusions, gasping-gripping in delusions and […]
Past is present
When past is present in your cards and crystals tell of damaged deeds your future’s read in mirror-shards as past is present in your cards You need a rope of […]
