Appointments To Weep(Men)

Our appointmentsMade in transitionFrom one place toAnotherSit with the fearShe’s losing interestAnd your novelty is somehowWearyingIt passesAnother arrivesGuilt and the soft prayersTo find the balance between cosmic justice and acknowledgementIf you could apologiseYou wouldYou didBut people seldom hearWhen they’re settingYour life ablaze,It passesAnother butLess as time goes onYou wish you couldUncoil before herAs you alwaysContinue reading “Appointments To Weep(Men)”

Hidden Victories

Those pockets of silence, Travel between them A pilgrim seeking holy places, Hands capable of violence Yet at rest against themselves When not at play on the territory of you, But you sleep, I grind, No one knows what it takes to be this, How each day, Is a battle with toothsome Loathsome devils, SomeContinue reading “Hidden Victories”

Open Letters To Old Friends

Scrape away the how are yous I miss you Because there are a million shitty takes And awesome things Which I still want to turn around and share with you, And sometimes taunting that hunger Sours the blood Without being destroyed by it Because I don’t want to embarrass you, With my boyish earnestness, OrContinue reading “Open Letters To Old Friends”

The Bullet Found You.

He ran in his dreams. There was the recollection of his uncoiled youth. Slim and taut with muscle, even at twelve. It taints his memories of his youth with crude washes of horror and regret. These dreams woke him, trembling and confused. It was a long time ago, and yet these dreams returned like aContinue reading “The Bullet Found You.”

The Bullet Found You

He ran in his dreams. There was the recollection of his uncoiled youth. Slim and taut with muscle, even at twelve. It taints his memories of his youth with crude washes of horror and regret. These dreams woke him, trembling and confused. It was a long time ago, and yet these dreams returned like aContinue reading “The Bullet Found You”

Coffee, with demons.

Being good Practices Magic spells to ward old devils away Being able to leave your phone unattended, Without the low hum of fear Running nails down your spine But no one notices Because you’re supposed to And no cookies for the bad boy Who is being a good man, Coffee with my devils, Black, noContinue reading “Coffee, with demons.”

She loves as we love

Psyche with the blade At Eros throat And in so doing She let things fall apart And the handmaidens Became howls and squawking Because she leaned too far into The swamp of whispers Fed by envious sisters Because they believe they’re doing The good work of sisterhood Never satisfied unless beauty Rubs dirt to marContinue reading “She loves as we love”