The dangers of strangers

How blithely she writes What remains to be seenTransposing the unknownsOnto aquamarine scenesIn trances (of stolen glances) Pinned wrists and stifled moansHow idly she inscribesHer coronary catacombsHow plainly she arrangesThese strangers into proseBranding the stanzasIn aching narrationsHow madly she fansThe flames of creationLike wet dreamsWith daisy chains From the hazeOf a memoryThat she’s only been […]

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It happens

There is a certainAbstraction to attractionIts much easier to identifyIn the aftermathIt’s not unlike lightening (Or car crashes)There are broken bones And treacherous roadsThere are yearningsAnd third degree burningsBut no one truly knows When the havoc will unfoldThere are best guessesAnd high velocity weaponsThere are platitudesAnd electrocutions (At high altitudes) There are inadequate meansIn foreseeing the […]

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Of ardency

Condemned to abeyance I lament the ever sentimental fool Reproved by my otherwise libertine sinews My hearts crown jewel Cupid’s prodigal daughter Debauchery’s unseen enemy She is crushed velvet and arid petals Mercury glass and utopian whimsy Collector of letters Patron saint In the cult of fervency She is a maudlin harlequin Pervasive in the […]

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Tomorrow is Another Day

Suffice it to sayTomorrow will resurrect itselfFrom the slow choke of yesterdayThe dawn will reveal its artificeFrom the remnants leftAnd once born—Poems will form on the pages tornAnd music will be madeFrom the former’s heavy maladyI will dance on the graves it laidI will pirouette on the stages it setFor this is a form of […]

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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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You are not dreaming

Featuring the atmospheric song ‘Strange Pleasures’ by Still Corners. This video collage is an aesthetic exploration of humanity’s fascinating (and oft toxic) relationship to nature. Notes of technology. Flora. Erotica. Nostalgia. Movement. Passion. Paris is Burning. China Town. Soul Train. Paradox. Golden Gate. Illustration. Cinema. Joshua Tree. Rebellion. Parallels. Illusions. Ciphers. The power of memory. […]

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there was/is no grid

My newest video-clip montage is an unapologetic exploration of the strange and fascinating relationship between anatomy and technology. There are so many parallels – both breathtaking and unsettling at times. Even nature is a machine. ||featured song: “Cascades” by Metric ||featured image: “Sexy Robot 8” by Hajime Sorayama Disclaimer: I own neither the rights to […]

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No Famine

  — Again and againI fall like octaves for him Like crisp autumnal branchAcquiesced to quivering disarrayProlific, hapless, captiveIn the confines of his breathLike a devotionalOn an otherwise Innocuous Sunday morningAscending, obeying, nativeLike wild grapevine Bending to the whimOf my laudable loverTied with twine To my organic lattice  Over and over I fall like fog for himLike a long […]

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How to Train a Tiger

His predilections pronounce themselves With a Parisian accent Incongruent with his street urchin origins As he climbs fences and forages For wild cards and weak chinned women These are the sort of whores that belong On sale at the dollar store Real dubious, dime-a-dozen denizens The just what you’d expect When expectations are circumspect Backwash […]

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In the Residual

When is satisfaction anything more than an abstraction? When the hands beneath the sheets tease to completion? When milky secretions cling to the corners of unclasped lips? When the bliss felt in a kiss precedes the venom in the after? When the grandeur of a fantasy grows increasingly bleak? When the risqué existence is no […]

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Lucidity

— I tire of the poetic infatuation With candlelight The laureates penning elegies To the “evocative beauty” Of these minor chords in waxen form The flattery of provisional antimatter Asking me to bask In their bare minimum lambency In the pretension inherent Their flaxen glow Inducing of nausea and vertigo The ire of that subtle illumination Undulating […]

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To The Brave

My wrists plead for lips The way gifts wish for ribbons My body is stricken With an inconspicuous deficiency For biting kisses that climb The way vines do When seizing the stake The way the trellis aches For the weight of the grapes The way the dew hangs From the tip of the stem The way […]

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some desired doll

Lyrics: Come on, angel Come and save us Let me see sunrise Give me something For the one thing we immortalized Gaze upon you Turning into some desired doll I’ll be there to come and shake you When your will dissolves My love Come out of the woods Come out of the woods Now darling […]

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Wayfaring Patriot

O liberty, come to me As delphic as alchemy Perilous as harlequin’s grin Prodigal as Apollo’s sun A wayfaring patriot effectuate to none A wraith adorned in valor’s thorns As steeds flourish in victory’s wreath Phantom, sweet phantom Pain me, again and again Let me drink of thee If not for finality Let thy venom […]

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Of Monsters and Men

You will learn to love me, begrudgingly In fact you already do In absence and errant thought The forget-me-not first thought in the morning I am the pins and needles from the too-tight boots That you laced improperly just to spite me On remembering how I once said That aesthetic is very important And you […]

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Anything but—

Carnations never garnish the caskets of kings But the flaccid sprigs serve well As the empty promises of thieves The half-hearted perianths The pastel stalemates posing as foliage Plucked by idle hands in the dead lands Of can’t manage sincerity The leafy little demons The roughage of recidivists In their much ado-about-nothingness Clutched by teary-eyed […]

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II

Which you Is actually True? And why Are there Two Of you? Are there More Of you In store? Even More Doors Than before? How many Encores Can one Girl endure? Which you Do you Prefer? Which one Is dilute? Is either One pure? Of the Two you That be Which one Is simplicity? Or […]

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April Showers…

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

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