Varlet Scapegrace

“If not, we only know the lie. / Tonight, if you try for once in / your life to no longer hide from / what frightens you, its…”

Grind & Get-Up-On

“Bleak beauty of a mistress at your wedding troubling, / tempting with her winter’s presence, her devastations of disastrous / astral breath rushing in as a northern…”

Eclogue

“Send me a French postcard / that smells of trampled flowers, musked / with unsympathetic / simulations of passing love, / imitate my pretence / of wanting to be wanted…”