“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…”

“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…”

“Let’s sync our watches to / the atomic clock while / the government watches / us—fame is the poet’s / malady, not some form / of melancholy, no / match…”

“Sandals of wood sink when she blinks, / men we think of as wise prophets / sage their caves with pages that stink / of flesh when burned…”

“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…”

“Those grey eyes glazed with moonlit sweat / eroticize like bullets my / gloved fists, gripping red bags their lead / sinks when I insist we both dry…”

“As pepper falls to cedar-wood, / scent of the desert calls to me, / mysticism in every / boiling stone thrown under feet too / heavy to be my…”

“Magic circles of salt crushed into gravel / prevent passage of all travelers to this / hostel, flavours of misfortune known too well / to foreign tongues that…”

“A poisoned patchwork of bitter herbs / twists and works its faded emerald // fingers into red earth, venturing / ambidextrous; leafen hands fold fast, / velvet their dance…”

“‘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…”