The Black Obelisk

“You speak as though what you think / is new but everything you say / is nothing more than / the contents of an index / of what was…”

Thief of My Honour

“Paint a woman above and a fish below, / ambiguous as those thoughts about me he won’t / let me know, a surreal piece-of-work whose art / conceals…”

Azazel

“Lust is an angel whose halo remains after his shadow / vanishes, licked like a pillar of salt until he melts / like wax into vastness, a…”