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Sunday Scars/Honey 31 Oct 2012 | 11:21 pm
Fallen denim, a chime is broken by choice of light. A home for keeping your ashes’ slow eviction under congealed pine. Tone for atonement, even as this quiet brings about the greater warmth, your limb...
Western Mirror 1 Oct 2012 | 05:10 pm
Light of sharpened smiles, light of arrogant glimmer. The city glutton spits hungry, checking its navel for celluloid taxes. As rhinestone for the vomitorium, the sixth star denies entrance; blue assi...
Sober 18 Sep 2012 | 04:45 pm
Elixir of lost calls, into the night withdrawn. To know him is to love what never blooms, to love what has too little shape to hate. Thought for a pouring, as the stars refusal for focus take to new l...
Sweet Flag/Vivisectus 3 Sep 2012 | 01:37 am
Follicles sting, a brackish decision to claim antiquated columns, the listless collar tired of its nape in pulse. What could not be said makes its honey bled inside a sun burnt stone, fed between this...
Tomorrow, Wolves 31 Aug 2012 | 06:18 pm
Tomorrow wolves sign off November for a swan white season, licking red or blue boredom in front of sycophantic mirrors. Today children speak like bullets into each other’s eyes some kneel, faces obs...
Mesmer and the Twenty-first Parallax 30 Aug 2012 | 03:23 am
Under hypnosis of dying clouds we wear our safety melted over sand-pocked thumbnails of half-eaten apple pies, a passive spoon, guilt-grazing tines peeking through a double-breasted pocket. Infantile ...
some/one 25 Jul 2012 | 08:16 pm
who will deny the ring and kiss the bedside cameo someone hungry for the image without the mirror someone circus in fatigue wanting a mirrorball as dull as its chain as full as wire in our ...
(temporary) passage 25 Jul 2012 | 02:20 am
I keep returning to the garden, and still the taper-friendly snake takes radio silence. Back in the garden the name of a flower refuses to die, in every step of teeth and sand and blad...
Poem for the Bachelor 24 Jul 2012 | 11:06 am
A needle in the horse’s mattress, and never a desire for heaviness in waiting beyond the brighter hours. Never on another’s mind, thought as far as crumpled covers, a smile still finds your...
paper hearts and a virgin wall 23 May 2012 | 06:55 am
dire needles forge domestic blister and while I suppose you wouldn’t know how much desire can fit inside each prick into purpose each mass into an unfamiliar pool surely you know when the p...
