Saturday, October 10, 2015

Sunday, October 4, 2015


the butterfly splits
powder on my skin
foul murder, petals unmasked fever wailing

I've woven a tapestry
electric on my skin
our lights exchanged glances

Saturday, October 3, 2015


Lo lo looo
When you turn around
and fancy nothing else is about
The thrill dissolves,
you might encounter all you are ever ready for

Lo lo loo
Do lo doop

Disappear, dissipate, anticipate
the hand holds a stick
breaks and bits
The stirring greys,
and you finally see, who?

Lo lo loo
Who do loo
Who who who
Do lo loo

Friday, October 2, 2015