The thread-worn heel of my shoe has cut through my achilles'
Beckoned on by taurine and sugar-sweet amphetamine
Days passed with the hours and eons with the minutes
Arbitrarily changing lanes to stay awake
I cried on the shoulder near a bridge in Pennsylvania
Just before I threw all my journals into the slow river below
I'd be lying if I said I didn't wish they'd float
But just as the heart is wont to do, my memories sank
Snorting crushed caffiene pills off Dante's Inferno
Stubbing out cigarettes on the back of my own hand
Miles built upon miles of open, gutted lands
Mocked by the mountainous spines of giants
Who've slept long enough to grow forests
Right along the path I ran my hand down your back
Tooth to tooth and claw to claw
Misplacing the thought that dawn would come soon
And I'd leave without a...
Bats biting. Blinded and bitter.
To the taste of bubbles in dying drinks.
The swarm beneath the collar.
I set a match to my funeral suit.
The end of the tunnel, with no light.
There's a temple at the center of the forest north of I-94. Thumbtacks holding up old rolls of fishing line, air pellets spilled inside plywood drawers. And the woods across the...
A Bedouin shawl around the neck of a leper
Tarot cards smudged with lipstick and blood
A gypsy in a glass case spitting fortunes
Electronic gestures made by a machinist's muse
We forget sometimes that god is not on our side.
Enough rain will bring the flood.
Enough insects will steal our blood.
Dressed up in posh mink coats.
Dynasty flowered skirts.
Made and unmade
In the same minute
Bricks and mortar
Back to sand and clay
Strep throat and ghosts
In the fibers of your pillows
Stains on the tile
Where I vomited and waxed
A poetic thing...
I've pushed myself out of my own way and into the coming of an arrogant storm. While my family places coins on my eyes, right before the worms make it inside. With rings through...
Parabolic // Traumatic
Mitochondrial infractions mutating marbled messes of eyes
Synthetic // Parasitic
The tapeworm is wrapping around the artery
Lethargic // Tragic
This console is...
There was one damn moment, in the filial revolt of our youth, wished out of the coin pond, in which we had faith that we could do great things. Placing scaffolding against the soft...
Injury made insipid through its being constant
A boy culled into the pewter bowl of toxic fumes
Conjured up by shamanistic principles of a common word
That dribbles from my tongue too...