Showing posts from December, 2016

Retrograde | poem

Chewing blue lips, I retrace steps through stars, Flirting with moons, Choosing to peruse Stardust, Not blood.
Maybe this mess is crucial, A reverse foxtrot Of love, stumbling Over toes, numbing Spines to dip Deep and long.
Maybe this mess is sacred, A puddle of black matter Flattening my frills, Clipping me to the edge Of God’s ruby Belly ring.

Prescribed Method | poem

Draw out venom With pens. Roll on ink Like perfume. Feel bubbles behind eyes; Draw those out too With sharpened pencils And plates, knives And ceramic snakes, Like someone who’s blind But sees.