Sunday, September 14, 2014

LEONARD COHEN (& THE FLOWERS THAT HE HAD LEFT IN THE VASE)

from Erebus
 
 
This cold room may just disappear
with the prospect of a forbidden love,

or the way you count your women of irises
by the bedside table--count, if one must,
those explicit lips, tongues of ruby,
as you drink their
heady poisons by the hour. 



I do not know you, sir, but still I come
& count my blessings for having known
of something much more ominous

than a cunt unclothed by the ragged moon,
or the lunacy that suits you in the most
gentlemanly way.

We will feed ourselves on sweat where we lay,
oiled in our hospital gowns─ with a frailty
the frailest it ever could be.

The news the nurse delivers with her needle
is right on time.

Saturday, September 13, 2014

Friday, August 1, 2014

Sugar Mule



Here's some new work of mine up at Sugar Mule, along with Eileen Tabios, Vernon Frazer, Heller Levinson, and many more talented writers.

Monday, July 14, 2014

N/A


Here's some new work of mine up at





                         (drawing by Francois Luong)

Friday, July 11, 2014

Salmon Head



Whiff & purges this salt
becoming a late pink
or void having depth
of a soft blue  ──


                                   from where

to peel from this waxen bed
all scales have turned upward
            
          & away   

this is God's death
& breathing
is not likely.