“By 2020 will my hindsight / finally operate with perfect / clarity, putting behind me a // decade that’s felt like a century? / Filling me with emptiness, grief’s…”

“To come by night, raging as a Fury, // plague a game in which we profane sacred / names, oracles tracing its origins / twine with love-stained grains…”

“We become our own needs, without tenacity / of tooth to bite through ferocious // memories asleep in peaceful days, we reduce / our howl to that ignored…”

“To tell you all that I have heard from my father, / I am shit and you are Jupiter, a chromosomal / rage warring against pleasure more…”

“Spreading our ashes over a / volcano, my smile leaves wrinkles / of a shadow, in humid un- // dress the heaven’s ark of your back / lowers to collect…”

“Help me to move past this into the arms of love / since it’s about pricks getting pricked by the needle / that sticks, voices in wax…”

“Trust is only semiprecious / to the stoned, lacking lustre, where / we go now is anywhere but / home, no one knows when to fold the / spread…”

“Fuming nostrils dripping atrocity / call up a trinity of mes to / fall onto eager leaves, each stroke of / pen a dropping of seed globes of…”

“Carrying a lightness that runs / counter to the weight of his life, / tiptoeing with futile finesse / and feigned strength through brazen hoops of / fiery whelps…”

“Don’t let what inhabits you inhibit you, / artists harness chaos into something great / that communicates with people, poets are / the perverts who take the secrets…”