graffitied clouds
whither from a night sky...
Luminous creatures
hold your posture...
The hyenas' heinous hunts of fawns,
the gory glory sacrifice of lambs...
When the crucifiers
crusade...
SCENE ONE:
You swear that the bus you’re on is swallowed by...
I love the darkness of winter mornings
A sense you’ve beaten the light of day...
I sleep well, occasionally
Doing my best to prevent it...
A limitation
isn't disposed to eclipse its...
you’re welcome to the feast, pardon the manners...
hunger does strange things, have your pick of any...
I, too, tire of the yearning, blue-violet flames...
beneath the skin, waiting for either your kerosene...
The river remains
constantly there because she...
The greatest place to
hide your misdeeds is behind...