Hot Tea and Toast

  herein lies a conceptual emotional winding a woollen complexity rough on the tongue dry in the throat a faux love a preternatural writhing a knocking on the inner skull with hammers little god diggers and gold wishers driving within to my without taking aim hmmm it doesn’t take a brain surgeon to see that

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!  

was she even there?

  and do you think I could see her, feel her smell her? do you think I could find her flower-eyed softness, her flowing pelt, her intrepid glee…? I heard her purring, permeating, beneath me I am sure, within my  own blossoming pages… still…. was she even there or was she just a wisp a

Envelope

OPEN this envelope and in the smooth yet sharp cornered sheets, between the scent of fingertips beyond the spreading ink is poetry, sapling green with story fine tears blood crimes and flowers fight to reveal each a resplendent joy….. so sniff it, and then tip it to release a flow of tiny wise stars

Sweat and Magic

  There is sweat and magic in her creases a fragrant treasure a fervent secret there is a flashing world of neurocracy there is red and there is black there is in fact a luminous universe I smile quietly at this silken craven thought.  

ZIP

up the middle like stitches a seam it seems unfolding unpeeling unpicking stitches witches a witch with a stitch to rip the seams with my screams I love you I know you I fear the quantum world of reality creation no not really true…. but if you say it you might make it true…… soO