“As David defeated Goliath by / seduction, the beauty of my art is / designed to respond to my own desire, / not to be corrupted or defined…”

“Attaching to our host more hope / than having none is worth, our heads / turn nothing into gold we can’t / spend and it hurts, this not…”

“More apocrypha than fact, ache and fear rub / their way back from a badly turned angle, / another man’s menace cancels the checks marking off / thoughts…”

“These bones of ours are statues / empowered by souls, stone machines for / living fed on existence, bloodless fraternal / meals, what produces fruit in our / hearts…”

“This is the box in which the stars / were kept before placed on the mantle of / heaven, corruscated brilliance, wilderness calculating its own desolation, / the…”