January 21, 2013 § 1 Comment


thought of

you just today

innocently enough posed to

nap hastened my way there

the image of you entering me

what reason to be without my underwear

in ______ where I know you to be


January 21, 2013 § Leave a comment

per tart

recipe I

propose over lemon

squares with basil and clear, green, steaming tea

a blink, or two

pondered my proposal and ate my sweet lemon treat.

then, a wondering if you would take to your lips the cup and signal

an agreement had indeed been reached, you stood

and walked away any way

I would not see you for two weeks

and a battle would hibernate until then.

This Onset

January 18, 2013 § Leave a comment


What did you twice weave
& pin with a silver broach
robbed from a carriage?

Born of the road,
medical scribbler.
Formaldehyde side

Craven onset.
Soon may I ride.
Soon may I silence
the nonsense inside.

Poet Torch

January 17, 2013 § 12 Comments

poached silence
present nothing but
triumph when word dances
confront demons with ways
of recompense

a believer
river washing dark chances
heavy sound pour sways
keep the ventricle shut
a fever

rapid oxidation scorch
heightens and stays
alight nothing but
the agile smoke trances
hiding poet torch

forge coupled missives
placed by slanted cut
too many brain manses
used in faulty forays
the once and for all lives


FORM FOR ALL on Dverse


January 14, 2013 § 1 Comment

marble thighs

only accessible up the stocking

kissing hems


Same Places

January 14, 2013 § 1 Comment

I’m falling asleep to the thought of your voice

A grip on my choice to keep thinking

Am I sexy?

You repeat it again

A woman

Built of words and revelations

Would you be let down?

Would you bring me up and then drink my desire?

Use your laugh to smash all defenses

We shall lament

But we shall also dance.


December 31, 2012 § 1 Comment

your rape palms give you away.


your palms. how’d they get so fucked up?

None of your fucking business.

yea, yea, like I said…

I wasnt raped.

Oh really? Ok. Then you are in the wrong wing of the nut house, uppity bitch…and I suppose, those are just shaving accidents? hairy wrists?

what the fuck do you care?

Dont. Just making conversation.

Shitty conversation.

That’s all we got plenty of here.


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