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...Of Silence

Exit seraphim and satan's men. i meant to cover my names if anyone came in; but dear god, no god ever blocked an entrance o, it might fall nice on the ears but it's... ...no connotation so bold as to save the statement. no foundation can assis...

A Small Gesture, a Thousand Small Happy Gestures (Shone in the Dust)

Image of the sun is broken f-floating crawling shimmering gibbering just on the surface merely on the surface flow(er)ing afterbirth (swelling) when i get my sea legs flesh flesh flesh (swelling) flesh is a thin disguise flesh is a flesh disguise...

Apocryphal Son Lying

Crash my skin-- the jarring repose of the deposing hand. the pose is recalcitrant and the motive unlearned. (and burn) Thunder-covered voices in burnt spine. Thunder-coloured voices and burnt spine. Thunder-mounted voices resting, mine. Thunder-c...

Beauty-Symptom

Beauty-symptom I write three words over and over. 

Black Finnegan

I. black finnegan—liar black finnegan—something insensate black finnegan—who walks slow tall and long in the dark room black finnegan—whose words commoving as the ocean undress things 'you worse than senseless things,' you black finnegan, who sleeps...

Blank in the Dead Light

I. Queerly, I can't breathe; I will wear only my current shapes; prickly stolen shades drapes the shroud over his shoulder to the wheel. 

Blood Money

Blood money, I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. live where I have been (killed) trust that my blood has been (spilled) see that what I (thought) has no meaning (here). 

Cain's Mark

Stood like a vagrant on an impenetrable edge, immobile in a torrent of swirling dead leaves. stared at the sun, a sign of defiance. received a blessing, received a curse. the next time he's seen here he'll be mistaken for something else or is that wish s...

Dry Hand

My hand burnt when I touched her, and i dreamt for a moment. bury me in a box of photographs, a thick bleak wind across my… Your face is so slick slick slick I cut my fingers on your edges it's so cruel, it burns, it's so cruel… 'When people mistake...

Form of Prayer

Maybe this will shed some You're breaking up, cracking, cracking You're got to take it back dried blood on the typewriter scrape open the sound with my teeth scrape against I thought you would I hoped you would I thought you would return the dr...

Hungrish

Hungrish It pushed until I started Sucking it the pain feeds On me it eats until I Eat the pain and I suck the Hunger I make the hunger to Suck the pain eats me is hungry For sucking pain until I Make my own pains eats me Inside out pain hunger Wa...

I Will Be Forgotten

It was solecism: she walked on eggshells we danced inverted in cells my epileptic chest spouted obscenity while you, my sweet, died innocently heavy connect big sweat it was heavy it was ceremony: she walked on cracks her eyes like smokestacks filli...

Iron Worn

Stained, blasted obelisk, pretty still and battered, a denigrated method by which to subsist. do they cringe at this trend? those, manifest of my kiss? I wish there were other words to send sprawling, spritely or even phlegmatic, down the oft-tongued,...

Last Tear for a Fallen

Unsheathe the last tear for a fallen... out, the candle in the leper's mouth, brief shadow, solemn and stupid: them eyes look to both ends. them eyes closing again, where crying, where sighing, a brief battle across the barrier, he: demarcated t...

Ligature, I'm Stolen

Old time dolls, like a match, blacken eyes (painted carefully next to her) who would have no funeral at all. 

My Sibylline Dusk

A prophetess makes claim came down from clouds to play with the rain scratched around in blood began the end of a name. a prophetess in pain screaming wicked serpentine from legs drenched poison out slipped shed though unnamed. 

Naked & Broken

Naked & Broken I am broken the skies are open Am broken they're naked looking Skies are broken but I am open Am open all Naked and Broken The clouds are forming The lines are forming Horizontal and vertical All at right angles. 

Number

I can't see nothin' but a sphere and the children are all filled with straw. filled with chaff. (I'm flow… er… ing with the grains) I fear a dagger you struck me coming slightly. whispers I lapped milk from her the inside of her elbows like a...

Robomantik

Robomatik although frantic helds no answer... android flesh crouching, standing against the lash hold it out hold it up? I am your nothing now I am your nothing man robomatik sycophantic I dark lurks... I am your nothing now I am your man i am I a...

Self-Portrait

A rather surgical tactic a rather misplaced effort this just-deserted circus riveted just to assert defaced was promised a river of concertance against a blade so worn down as to belie (his face) (deserts) the impertinence with which it crowns (...