Heart of the night

Take my breath for the hundredth time Nothing left but I’m doing fine Heart of the night Aesthetic video inspired by my darling friend’s solo music project: Tj Maxxx. Heavy on the synth and drenched in smoldering vocals. It’s a definite recommend for sultry feels and future-nostalgia. 🫀 I own neither the rights to the […]

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Henious Jade

she was a scorched earth birth a woman born in a fire storm in blinding white and heinous jade a glance, a taste, before the blaze torn but not from what she’s made napalm lip balm, female fusillade an incendiary legacy awakened in her mother’s veins all it takes is a list, a kiss a […]

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Do you even know you?

“The television was on. It had been on for hours. Years. It was there. TV on demand, a great freedom. Hadn’t Burroughs said there was more freedom today than ever before? Wasn’t that like saying things were more like today than they’ve ever been?” — Lynne Tillman The Complete Madame Realism and Other Stories   […]

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When the siren sounded they woke

This…. song. Sigh. This track deluges me with so many complex emotions. It possesses such an incredibly romantic undercurrent buried somewhere in the sweeping, melancholic rifts. I am particularly enamored with the way he intonates many of the lines. It’s gentle but so evocative at the same time. At times haunting. But still so beautiful. I found […]

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these days

I sift for flecks of amethyst at the crux of an immense hourglass it’s structural integrity tested at the edifice by slow ebbing tremors of antecedent identity my reflexiveness proves resolute as the west continues beckoning seeming to undress me indefinitely it peels away at the décolleté shedding like ribs of bib lettuce the lattice […]

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April Showers…

Bring May flowers…. .. What flowers? Fuck flowers.

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I remember you | Imagine that

      The truth is that I remember you I remember you in spite of facts In spite of benefit or sanity Or fate Or clarity I remember you In moments of uncharacteristic weakness In dreams after which I wake up furious Apparently subconscious consent is ambiguous And the truth is that I hate […]

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| Whiskey Lullaby |

In an era of little more than mayhem Of rattlesnake bites and violent delights Of war cries and whiskey lullabies A duo stood prepared to duel Betwixt the gritty milieu Of makeshift tombstones Rotted driftwood crosses strewn Among precarious blooms of kingcup High noon rays unabashedly splayed Across the Mojave cliff sides Shadows loom like […]

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What says the heart

What says the heart betrayed? Does it count aloud the hours with resign? Does it curse the astrological malign? Like some kind of pulmonary Gemini Mercury in self destructive retrograde What says the heart scorned? Does it wax poetic like a thorn-ribbed Edgar? Does it quoth the Raven, “only this and never more”? Like some kind […]

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To The Grave

In a overgrown field of narcoleptic poppies Sits a padlocked grave that couldn’t be picked By the most astute of smiths Cage of wrought iron Crowned in gargoyle lions Its derelict mechanisms Spiraled by ghostly butterflies Taxidermists try in vain To feign their grace These are mere Frankenstein’s of science  Garish replications of spectral flirtations What […]

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April Fool’s Day of the Dead

Fame chasers time wasters Party favors straight razors Freedom fighters gas lighters Stockholm toxic shock syndrome Padlock ad hoc Semi automatic erotic asphyxiation Sociopathic sentimentality Karma police brutality Pathological shadow boxers Meandering neanderthals Nonsensical contingency plans Ash tray Wednesday Tommy guns and rose colored glasses April Fool’s Day of the Dead My funny Valentine’s Day […]

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retrofit

My coronary compass remains  In a state of westerly paralysis Engraved in gregarious golden rods Faded script ‘ad perpetuam memoriam’ Such is the ineffable directional Within me It points to a sanctuary city My mecca of youthful unrest Where I laid for days in a fetal shape Consumed with the earthen taste Of malbec and kinky sex You […]

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I N V I C T U S

The taste of Invictus is that of unfiltered bliss An addictive acrid dulling to a perpetual sweet Candied honeycomb for the battle worn Rubicon lingers on the buds of the tongue As a florid crown bursting with laurels Whose leaves cling, indiscriminately To the weary foreheads dew Stoic tokens, not of superiority— But of blithe […]

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Failure of Appraisal

“But mathematics is the sister, as well as the servant, of the arts and is touched by the same madness and genius.” — Marston Morse Numbers had always been the enemy My least favorite absolutes They’re non-amicable exponentials Adversarial fractions Codependent coefficients Periphery, skulking bitterly In the grand accounting of things I told myself what […]

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Please don’t be late.

Warnings are best ignored just before spectacular catastrophes. I repeat. Deceit is most inflated when kept in gullible company. Furthermore. Always let moths warm themselves by the fires, set by hungry spiders. After all. Once bitten, twice shy and what are scars to butterflies? Or fish to barrels? Or blades to pistols? It’s official. Willful […]

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With the agony of Keats

I want to be acquainted esoterically With the wilting agony of Keats I want a feverish apex in Italy To end with metaphysical conceit I want to aspirate on avarice I want the Reaper’s lust To be ravenous I want to succumb To a sickness of lung I want to be a poet of unspeakable rarity […]

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my fury (III)

  fu·ry ˈfyo͝orē/ noun wild or violent anger. “tears of fury and frustration” GREEK MYTHOLOGY a spirit of punishment, often represented as one of three goddesses who executed the curses pronounced upon criminals, tortured the guilty with stings of conscience, and inflicted famines and pestilences.    I. my fury has a past, a purpose my fury […]

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Hymn of the Flowers

She sings to the beebalm A hymn that rightfully upends The heathens in the heliotrope She bends the milk thistle with song A migratory melody that subdues The naysayers in the nightshade With lyrical alchemy An adagio of psalms She calms the devils in the delphinium A refrain that reconciles the roses With the tyranny […]

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Death to Lust

Elegy to fantasies, proven false— Awoken in the clemency of dawn A jagged horizon doused with vagrant elegance The sun pours itself without a hint of contempt For the repetition of cosmic chore Fragmenting through umber drapes A muddied hypnosis, box fan billowing Coquettish, butterfly kissing The splinters of a sagging windowsill Oriel crop dusted […]

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everything’s roses

The Rose Tree by William Butler Yeats — ‘O words are lightly spoken,’  Said Pearse to Connolly,  ‘Maybe a breath of politic words  Has withered our Rose Tree;  Or maybe but a wind that blows  Across the bitter sea.’  ‘It needs to be but watered,’  James Connolly replied,  ‘To make the green come out again  […]

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