Rex Babulonis

“Experience has made a husband of my youth and I have divorced him, hindsight’s empowerment piercing a coward’s armour with blind flame, a sword sweating…”

Cuts Deep

“Do not mourn, our ashes share a single / urn, fire when hidden more hotly burns, more / in common than being scorned, our fruit holds / a…”

The Frailty and the Decay

“The plangent breath of an ideal’s / filth & decay permeates everything, / eats at the gas-lit streets & misted / paths of unrepentant back-alleys of // any nefarious sinner’s / oh-so-very…”