Daytime shuts its eye, Leaving black velvet To drape the thinning light. Bold as a dream, A flashlight tears the canvas, Revealing a dazzling prince, Golden, awake.
Up there In the dressed branches, A Leopardess wears the blood of a beast, Like a floozy wears her rouge In a classy, drunken state. She tires. Like a Queen after a Christmas feast, Her chair creaks, And her belt goes slack, Sighing to muster the effort, To fit in a night cap. Hungry as... Continue Reading →
Latching little hooks On a disused picture antenna The fledglings broadcast in chattering yips, squawks, squabbles and whistles That sometimes dip. Like they know that 1 is missing.
Open under a seared brow, And set in thick and rolling skin, Wobbling But glimmering under a head of horns: A beest’s inky eye.
In the rage, I cut my shape in granite skies, With horns twisted and skyward In the rage, I stand like a gnarled cathedral Wrought with hot hammers and tongs.