Birds of Paradox

look at the finale like something the raven staged, the cyclic folding of the birds and the second season of our forgetting, successions of warm reptilian summers and exposed machine metal grooves hey, listen to that hi-wire astral applause rotations of a head blade of sound five points of life, tetrahedron of light the sun [...]

Lady Blues

a short compilation in verse i like baths in wintertime and the taut  exhale of my breasts between your teeth *** but darling, my legs are tired and my mouth needs loving *** look, my darling, a nightgown of silk the door is ajar and someone’s consumed  the bed a heart races  in the aftermath [...]