Never Had a Chance

I left a dove on your doorstep
and hoped it was enough
that you would caress it
every feather of ivory
not left untouched.
I left a dove by a slaughter house.

Golden Scarabs

orbs of tears

fall from the sun

butterflies pulsate
as she dips her rays

as all the leaves point
as all the birds gasp

you want them to leave
this private affair


held on the street.

O' Biology

dictate through the cell
air breaks down
degrade each pathway
each eye catalyzes reactions
mutants differed from the mold
pathways produce all essential ingredients
minor revisions of hair began
constructed by its own

What is a Rose?

Must I compare you to just one flower?
You have so many to choose from.

Across

Stars explode in my eyes


They stream across my face



rolling down
like tears

and then

evaporate
I see these stars
These stars that dance for me

Dance for you.

This is the Last Time

Bloody sparks ignite
Ravens in the forest
Vinegar and venom cinge their tongues
Mountains of Fire burn their talons
Rivers of Ice freeze their wings

Eyes brimmed with blood and flesh
ripped from victims before
Black from the rotting corpses that lie in their bodies.

Too much for one.
He cannot hold his shield any longer
The flames consume him
In the tattered crimson clouds
Sorry, little Brother.

Cassandra

I drew pictures of me and you
You let me sit in your chair
Our wheels wreaking havoc on the pavement
You always made the strangest things with dough
That I never understood.
But your apple was bruised
It wouldn’t heal
No matter how many times
You washed or refrigerated it
Your apple must be eaten
Or the bruise will spread
Rotting the core
Until it’s thrown away
That’s what the produce guy said.

Play on Lights

Farewell You

This Land is Your Land

Dust falls through my twisted fingers
Ground up gravel
Tenderized by steel boots of creatures
A house lied here
In this house was a child mother and a father
Flies blood and rubble is all that’s left.
Down the road used to be a church
It took them a year to build
Swiftness cowering in the night
Now wax from candles only remain.

Sonnet perhaps? Yes.

What a Sight to See

The whore is only beautiful from far away
Dust from rusted cars lie beneath her nails
They watch the sun bleed at the water’s edge
Birds breaking their wings on the horizon
Dead trees still stand like their hollow promise
The old stars paint like children with splatters
Across roads churned by marches and black hooves
Forests suffocated like fish by air
Bubbles of smoke appear from his dark glass
Why does the striking hawk fall for the rat?
Birds look upon them with spiteful disgust
The crusted creature brings only disease
Feathers slick, jagged eyes this is the Hawk
The rat squeezes his stained claws as they talk.

Paper Blood

glass sprouts underneath
my swelling skin
and paper roots reach like bony fingers

I am chopped down
by children swinging their scissors
rusted with blood
from the paper they have sliced

but the children are just children
running through melting puddles
giggling of secrets

and as if they thought I would mind
being chopped by stained scissors
in meaty fists
too small to control shimmering blades
too small to hold me

I grow upwards
in hope for a kiss
that will turn me to glass
because she desires glass
more than paper

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