A Tiny Screeching Demon

  she blew in on rotten air her eyes dark and bitter green her lips the shade of plum…cresting a wave of lies a virtual shroud dressing the whore of  insecurity and yes when I peered close I could see a smaller version of myself mirrored there a poor child yet in her case the ageing did

Tassels

the cotton river weaves its army tells a story of gore and glory coursing with deliberate delicacy perfect  rows and streams of golden soldiers and courtesans the flesh cushioned and fine swinging side by side contained but left to the hand of time under the gaze of heavy feet and feigned royalty they curl toward

emerging

  fissures in me in my skin in my density slices of hot light stretching tearing   me spaces sweet with glow i am slipping out through blades of woven grass curving between smiling grains of molten glass my breath is gilded time my flesh has split like pomegranate and I am sailing a slow

enigma

  enigma inexplicable mystery…. emitting of power spritz sparkling flesh juice in this mushroom this walnut this organ of insanatorium set up so when we touch fingers invisible things fly off antennae, vibrant rays of extra terrestrial zzzt zzzt wire hmmmm watch your wet tongue human it will set you on fire!