"Chili me up" she said
"Hot sauce my swamp"
"Skin my beaver"
"Skin my soul"
"Burn my dreams down"

"Carve my pride"
"Let serpents have their head"
"Taste my fountain"
"Taste the youth"
"Bring my nightmare home"

"Squeeze my desire"
"Burn my reptile husk"
"Haunt my now"
"Haunt my then"
"Keep all things secret"





She said she knew it all along deep down inside between the truth and a thing called love.
She could have swept it under a carpet
it could have swept her off her feet.








Old harlot of nothing
sweet soiree in nowhere.
Her boa could be hopes dragged train-like across sodden floors
her favours fleeting moments in the drunkards mind between sips of reality
between cries for more.









This Goddess so unhuman, so unholy
sprouting phallic dreams
urging abstraction, complete abandonment.
Feel her heat
taste the elixir of her sex.
She never waits nor asks
never hides nor shames.





The rain stopped for a minute.
I blinked
the sun winked back then hid like the truth and a million deluded dreams.






Oh tender muse touch my skin with your icy innocence.
You sing "Hallelujahs" on my stoop
eyes shine with promise.

This urge in it's bed rolls unsleeping
a nightmare in it's fruition.
I hold its head in my hands
I still the wicked ways.







May gold glory laugh until there is silhouette
us twilight scythe mere innocent beauty.
Send naked ballerina
whirl smooth philosophy
hate thirst.

Lithe diamond wave
witch or turquoise pomegranate?

Always, ever.

Ghost dawn
wisdom skeleton.

Shine nightingale paradise Hollywood harlot, scarlet Shakespeare
melt open, grow.






Cigarettes lay in ashtrays doubled over in the pain of expiration
not half of what they were.






She screams "I hate you"
I reply "that's cool"
it's communication, that's more than we had before.
She counts the pieces of the anger she throws
I cast a smile
greet the shadows as I close the door.
She fills the window with her silent sorrow
wipes the tears on that old shirt I bought.







The kids blow snot back over sulphate crystals to the footpath
on the mobile
fashionably late.
The dog-chain keeps a wallet attached
my haunches start to ache
I write uncomfortable.

They live in the dark caverns hung to the walls by hooks of cool
slouching such a statement

And a kiss upside the neck
she's his
just keep walking.







A football boot lays on the grass.
I can see it's sole
and its tongue is hanging out.
It flew for seconds like the rock hove by David before Goliath could take no more.
Only this boot stopped nothing
no war.
There were no fables of greatness
it just sat and waited.







Such soft sweet murmur
"Not here"
"Not now"
We can go no further.

The age of all things
So precious
So calamitous
As my darkness sings

Furrow trenched into the brow
Of worry
Of wonder
A fiery supernova of now

That hands alone allay
About a face
About a self
Velveteen gloves now gone away.

A night guest finding me
How lost?
How familiar?
Sharing the gratis, set free.