King-Size Quandary

“Aching folds of complacency / embolden southern constellations to claim / their sovereignty, an unthroned / sun rising sullen, his ascending oven / sending silken snow running, plush / crescendos…”


“A being of the eighth order / of the nine-fold celestial / hierarchy appeared to me, // an archangel of a pale man / speaking so freely, and off-book…”


“Under cracked incandescence, greed’s swinging lanterns / of nude light dancing with ceiling-fanned abandon, / in the brothel where I bought the right to unleash / my fantasies…”