Sucker Punch

I’m a sucker for lust like a sickness in itself to lick the clavicle off of your chest, tongues impaling and pretentious with your level of distorted perversion and psychosis, I envy all the atoms that get to live inside you, creatures crawling around undeserving and dictating the way in which you eat bread and…

Hybrid Florae

You left your handwriting on a restroom wall in fuchsia ink,grimy prints from blood bitten lips       Damon & Soto, quickto fashion James Dean – if he were bougainvillea and lacedhis own lungs with hybrid florae You’re as dirty as the street corner      I’m impatient,anticipating what impulsive words you’ll soil next, tripping…

Publication Update | 4

Multiple poems have been picked up by Terror House Magazine – and will be published Friday November 9th at 3pm EST @ terrorhousemag.com Hypnos Dark Labour Buzzards 1995 You can read the poems now at this link courtesy of Terror House Magazine

Poem of the Month | October

A Darkness in Heat   See me – a pasture of dry gold, wilde howling fire, sticky in cinder and smoked with honey melted prints imprinted to my posture and when arranged right – come alive, can be dangerous, prints can become words served up in antiquated teapots and a lost dream like the eves…