Provocateur-Poet ⛧ Disturber-of-Shit ⛧ Maker-of-Myth
Diabologue
The Way You Occur in Winter
“Beaten gold-intentioned, the hammer-hewn deal we strike / with loving wild things is knowing that / one day they won’t return. Promising depth, / love is a death…”
Accidents That Never Happened
“Witnessing wishes vanishing, abandoning / vanity’s fulfillment, exiling to / an oft off-grid figment / of an Amazonian imagination, / redolent with fragrant neon / tickling perception in flickering / purple…”
To Move Beyond the Mirror’s Edge
“These are new / pornographies penned to / offend those gods / others threaten their / lovers to become. / Ask your Self: / are you Pro-Me / or here just / for…”
Andromeda Adams
“Boot-leathered, musty, anonymity flourishes, neon-haloed, / glows viral, denies trust its / virus, Vitus-Dancing upon desire plaguing / minds with pulsating vibes of / thrusts fantasized, actualized by spitting…”
A Relative Stranger
“Assassins and adulterers, / follow me through / exile to my / eclipse and return, // cloaked by the / heart on my / sleeve, the setting / autumn sun showers // in…”
Malted Milks Too Thick For a Straw
“I can’t tell the difference or the truth, awake, / waiting to be remade, craving an urn-shaped man I / want to phœnix my Self against until…”
Approach to Sleep
“Origin-story teller in the / kiln of my skin, / smouldering heat-on-istic, a song / followed into dark, am / I the colourization or / the restoration? 4K or / a…”
Petals Never Trembled
“To fall into a / plot-hole the size of / a grave, no need / to wait for an / ache to wink, to // interrogate the meaning of / sex…”
In Loud Water
“Do you want // what I don’t / have, or what / I can’t give? / The grief is // built-in which, in / a sense, references / Catholicism, pain paid / for…”
Closer to Murder Than to Love
“Life-spanning, but not life-explaining, I— / memory longer than my beard—had / to write, not why outgrown, / but how much so, now the / virtuoso, once an…”
Invitation to a Contradiction
“Best understood through my fires, / disasters which trigger the rhythms / of my instincts, excoriating and / excruciating, the wrought and the / ruined, reigning bruise-dark and blood-bright…”
Walking Into a Lawsuit
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Obsidian Aura
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Thunder-Smitten
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De Civitate Angelorum
“De Civitate Angelorum: read it / as if everybody will understand / everything, and that makes them / understand, opening our doors to // unwed mothers, for them to…”
R.I.P. Status
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A Confession in Wet Cement
“ A confession in wet cement, // written in whispered breath with / tidal force, softens mirrored shards / washing across windowless façades gawking / gossip, sponges away love at…”
Small Sorceries Enlarged by Loss
“Grief is an art / composed of reappraisals, a / moment, a place, where / strangeness prevails and strangers / convene, whose escape absence / conveys, a pain made / greater…”
Over Corpse Roads
“All the whores are in their / finery tonight, immediately sacred in the / velvet cry of a throbbing brothel, / growing moans filling a glove, blown / loads…”
Don’t Choke in the Orchard
“Shut me up in a house of pearls, / blaze me easy as a star, // you’re too expensive and I’m too explosive, widower / away with window…”