Kid Gloves

“Milk along taut copper weeps / when someone wants softer silk, / spills upon hot laughter seas // still until what’s futile creeps, / then floodgates its desire with…”


Mark of the Beast

“A kiss of graffiti pisses its mark / on the face of a cathedral crumbling / beneath its great anarchic weight, a stain / painting over ancient authority…”


Black Tar Rose

“As natural as a fact, vows, promises, / and pacts shatter when lips and legs part, a heart / like a dollar ripped in half is another…”


A River Uphill

“‘If only you were as liberal / as the things I say that you take / too literally—in the desert, / treasure is water, not gold—it’s…”