Principium Individuationis |
The pagan's wife,The pagan's childUnderneath the willow's judgment;Strung in wooden rope and wire,The hypocrite and the innocent,Made alive in sacrificial fire.A copse for the bentHid in primitive wil...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 18:13:00 GMT |
Culo Mismo (here no evil, see no evil) |
There's no evil in bullets, no ill will in guns,You are the only devil the world has ever seen.No cradle of fire drawing evil from the sun,You're a courtesy to our never-ending seam.This hate is inbre...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Dec 2008 16:24:00 GMT |
Artist’s Statement |
To this frame of disasterI lay all penance,As a resort to violence,I promise my heartTo conceal any true memory,Feign lightly at any menace,To shame no feeling,In nothing wholesome take part.Come will...
Posted by on Wed, 19 Nov 2008 06:14:00 GMT |
The First Phase of Being Fair |
StarvationHow much into light do we go,Enough to starve, retribution unfold?On what is satisfaction so bold,A love foundation left in the cold?I'm partly to blame, washed in shameIf recognition is a p...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Nov 2008 00:32:00 GMT |
Poems for Birds Part 3 |
GirlGive me everything,The words behind your song...Skin never tiresOf making me crawl.And flesh out for meThis tiresome gameOf mirrors and witchesThat glimmer the same.Of see-through manueversRecalle...
Posted by on Mon, 21 Jan 2008 18:29:00 GMT |
Poems for Birds Part 2 |
The Problem of Taking Company with BirdsAs bright lines feign,Luminescent strands of hair,Sweet North winds kiss me inTemperate disarray.The sun in its pallor of painReleases its hold; stolidSummer br...
Posted by on Tue, 22 May 2007 08:55:00 GMT |
Poems for Birds Part 1 |
The Killing FinchA weak way for birds to fly:Silk hands for kings to christenThe barren maids bred to die.Choleric brains set to linchingThe noises, forced by heavy blowsTo their brash tin casings,Cel...
Posted by on Tue, 15 May 2007 16:29:00 GMT |
Son I am |
Little does time allowFrail hands and feet to wander,Aware of talents endowed,Through the night in forests of squander.Some remedy of celestial designI must believe has brought me here,Though creeps t...
Posted by on Fri, 11 May 2007 14:45:00 GMT |
White Vein of Osiris |
Leaning against mauled brick skin,With nautical thoughts on my mind,I'm dreaming of the sea and what a mouthIt has to contain the river's lament.They complain in torrent rhythms,Manipulate the sounds ...
Posted by on Thu, 22 Jun 2006 20:25:00 GMT |
dec. |
With my back straight, a convention of my aptitude, I release the numinous passions of foreign slave traders,I'm no longer this piece of me that pullsReigns backward in fear of horses mouthsAnd their ...
Posted by on Mon, 19 Jun 2006 14:26:00 GMT |
