The Tender Rage of Flesh
There is some nameless valve that will not shut out the knowing of you. In the matrix of my thoughts, some muscle the anatomists missed, forever bruised to tenderness. Affection’s velvet petals curl tight around a wounded corona of inevitable loss. Love exists in the shadow of that awful, ephemeral truth: you and I and […]
Hello
Hello I like and I’m so fucking hungry. Hello I want and you smell like sanctuary. Hello I need and you taste like something very bad for me. Hello I touch and my fingertips twitch in time with the pulsing vein at your neck. Hello he blinks but he doesn’t look away.
A Bright & Clever Hell
The glassy shell of you black molten basalt flinty brittle and bright in the heat of the sun the glittering armor the trap of the hypnotic reflection they gaze in the mirrored you and believe themselves beautiful. But every surface has cracks hairline fractures accumulate with the years of wear the shock of dull malice […]
Everyone Gets What They Want
“Sh-h,” I soothed, and stroked his brow, my lips against his temple. I sat on the end of the high bed and he knelt beside it. My legs draped over his shoulders, his head caught between my knees. “This is what you said you wanted, isn’t it? His cock in your mouth?” I squeezed my […]
Fucking Propaganda
Fuck me all wrong. Lose it in the hollow of my hip and spill your seed too soon. Fuck me uncinematically from hidden angles, in positions never filmed for human consumption. Fuck my hand slippery with sweat and drenched in the stickiness of my own machinations. Fuck me with no hope of measuring up to […]
The Writing of Perdition
He whispers red light words, letter-shaped scythes that bite into tender flesh. Sentences like vortexes pull you down into that dark hole where monsters live. A call to skin-dive in a deep black sea. To night prayers. To step over the threshold and be soaked in the downpour. The monsoon of the damned and the […]
The Hangman’s Revenge
On the ledge of tears, at the trip of an orgasm, exposed as an idiot, choking on weeds, disemboweled, the stinking words always puddled around my feet like several yards of fresh colon or the wrong panties. You always left me hanging.
Rites of Passage
I separate summer clothes from winter, choose the books I cannot do without, sometimes I even say goodbye. But it’s always really abandonment, the unmade bed, the wet towels, the half-smoked cigarette, the half-finished bottle, and the sleeping body, each thing undone in its own way. I tell myself that stories never end, you just […]
When I Am Laid In Earth, at Highgate
“When I am laid in earth may my wrongs create no trouble in thy breast.” In the silence of dappled light, the endless dead press against me, lithe and soft-footed as hungry cats at dinnertime. Each headstone a mnemonic of life. Some clearly written on stern granite: father, mother, beloved son, wife, only brother born […]
Sewn Up Tight
Let us find dependable dependencies, self-resourced and admirable, worthy causes and homeless pets and legally purchased sedation, like adults do. Let us need nothing: not flesh, comfort or sanctuary. Let us require no magic words to make the days’ dawn rosy-hued and the nights less solitary. Let us sleep the sleep of the sated and […]