The realization has to be clumsy Because it’s not our fault: I have been dead long enough. She drips metastasis Like Tom Petty trills; The willing cog To my desire to be damaged. Her sinuous lure is music lore, Sublime beyond synecdoche. Left-rightness is a sharable quality. I do not want to depend, But transcend, […]
Brown sugar speech acts Are the enchantress’ weapon Enabled by soup can waves And hot sauce history Her apparent preference For sheet metal thin Boy band references Is but a sly homage To an echoing rose In the name of the hungry Which proves that Despite indulging in superficiality She cannot avoid being literary Through […]
My muse has her cheeks pierced, And her shoe laces loose, But carefully placed, as to avoid A sudden fall. And around her perforations are perfect circles of pink make believe covering what I rightly suppose to be skin of an unworldly softness. And how I wither, submissive To an artificial rhythm unworthy Of her […]
