grease

He kept his gaze fixed at her thigh
as she moved in a sluttish grace
she looked at him with a curious something
and the crazy man ceased to do her.

fallen angel

That woman in red
is an immaculate whore from a bloody ritualistic lake of fire
offering wine to them rats
her new firm.
she's got enough capital to get started.

Frequency in action
habitual rituals
the fading lantern
deteriorating morrow
freezing stillness
a tongue collapse
collision

is there a word close to death?

Latent armies of my ancient prophet
i predicted mayhem
when the last cloud in the sky
reached the spotless mount of our holy gods
i heard the glass break,
into a thousand vagabonds
who exactly do what i do,
who exactly see as i do.
can you tell me if you're one of us?
so that i can unveil the secret schemes to you
in His oracular presence.

Love Note

"I carved your face
thru the moon for eternity
just when i caught a shooting star
and i wished you never woke up
to greet the morning sun."

-no one ever minds my broken leg
or my leather tongue.

happy birthday

Orchids of an ancient time
bloom like they're killed afresh
I see the sun go bright
as they come together.

shaman cries

Erotic shamanism bring to ruins
the masters of early symmetrical lives
who used to live in crystal monasteries
there was a sanctity in their voices then
which can now only be felt,
up in the hills
you ever been there?
where even today, the eagles painfully scream for redemption
in the upturned pagodas
as though under an oracular spell.