“Man is a monster hybrid of soil and soul, / self-reverential—impermanent / and impertinent—sour sensuality / pumped hard through strong veins burns through me as / lead…”

“When I open my mouth I emit / a word like my Self, streams of fragrance / chasing every orifice, breath / redolent and resplendent with such / a…”

“Offer me without dignity / to a vengeful deity who guides us / by vanities, in the name of / him whose every saying is a lie / string…”

“Dispense with the expense of discretion / and pour down this throat of mine that roar of / yours you cloud with frowns, repurpose this myth/ into…”

“In flesh, strong in spirit besides // To buy back time in fourteen lines, / under a mind’s stained-glass ceiling / crashing revelation rewards / silent reverence, your music…”

“The first to tell of his second / coming is last to know, once thrown from his / whore’s, he rides her spotlight’s paleness / until the moon…”

“Never ask a man to understand / what before he simply believed, to understand / the enigmas of all sphinxes is / to increase unceasingly, faith is confidence…”

“A void and a plenitude, an arrow // and a wound, digging the sound of / that tombstone’s echo which becomes for me / a touchstone, refuge for…”

“Your house is a corpse whose reward is to be burned / to ashes, an abandoned body / a demanding temple reanimated and / now inhabits, an altar…”

“From every truth falls a crater, / I speak of love I’ve experienced, / not love that I’m seeking, no, braiding // the rose of verse with thorns…”