Sunday, January 21, 2018


there is mercy
between these hips
forgiveness
concealed
on the tender inside
of these thighs
redemption in the breath
celebration
as a drop of sweat
rolling across the throat
foundations
that strengthen
with the tremors
beneath the skin

dreamers waiver
before the gates
man now flown by kite
philosophies and fantasies
in pursuit of perfected paradise

there is only here and now
deliverance to the other side
through what is found
in the holiness of the flesh
and the eternal dream
of mortals with desires
in dirty sacred rites
beneath the sky
and on the ground





Saturday, January 20, 2018


once upon a time
Lucifer
couldn't make up
his mind
if he wanted some of me
my sin and my liberty
so I stabbed the poser in the heart
with the nine inch crimson heel
of my spike stiletto shoe
haha
motherfuckers
jokes on you
there's no one living
you can blame
for your own depravity
but then there's ones like me
hedonistic as Hell
so sinful
we don't let the church proclaim
what pleasures
make our anarchy
cause there's a whole lot
of free
the Vatican trademarked
just to see
how much emancipated
they could claim
when you try too hard
it's fuckin lame
so I got a game
I like to play
it's come and find me
in the fire
and if you don't want to burn
you better show up naked
and dressed
to earn
exactly whatever
you want to be

Friday, January 19, 2018


my heart
was set a drift
in the seas of all the nows
travelling through all
the ever beens
on the currents
of all the yet to comes
when the moon and the ocean
conspired
to carry this message
in a bottle
with some part of your soul
sent from the shore
of the universe of you
to travel inside of me
so I could return it
when you might need
to remember that part
of who you are
and the poetry you sealed
inside the depths
of me

Wednesday, January 17, 2018


it's OK to be scared
that they don't love me
it's OK to be scared
they never did
it's OK to be even more scared
they did once
but I did something
to change their heart
it's OK to be scared
of all these things
again and again and again
as long as I never lose
the courage to love
wether someone did or didn't
or does

Tuesday, January 9, 2018


we lose
nothing at all
save for the illusion...

and a universe
politely dies

starved as tragedies
that pass
by market windows
their pockets full
only in the night

like
stars with grace to die
in the second
the telescope takes
to wink
its eye

and still

crumbled
like a fledgling
erased in the collapse
of its salt cake
nest

the grains and dust
it carries
by its back

the remnant
the souvenir

the fragile and the private
the internal house of cards
we build of our assumptions
and our hopes

abrased by sidewalks
on the tender knees of hearts
as if the illusion was balance
and gravity
the gravity
of truth

Saturday, January 6, 2018


you know the song
spinning in my head
the way the yearning
vibrates
between the ears
because it matters less
if you will
than if you do

it doesn't always have
to be a verb
when karma
was the heavy
fickle thing
we drowned by
in the river without hope
but we danced by
just the time before

so do you
do you still
after all the breaking
in and out of darkness
we have done
do you remember still
when it begun

so do you
do you still
I promise
by every woman's
sacred heart
birthing resurrection
broken through
in black
it matters less
if you will
than if you do

so do you
do you love me still
this time
we both came back