he came one thousand times this way-
humming raw moans,
he'd beg and spank the muse
massaging the orgasmic spine-
...
The ravening stillness,
my heart bleeds out across this empty morning:
Drifting down country roads
...
That night I heard your voice
it woke me,
bolted through my body
like electricity does wet feet.
...
Beyond the sunset where
the first shadows of twilight appear, heaven:
a boiling fire-line
...
Remember the flower, love
blooming night. The petals
lit on fire-
...
If I unintentionally slit my wrist
I'll be the last to know
and when I'm
...
saturday morning,
the scars begin to bleed,
take stock of all
that cannot be free.
...
I wish you tonight
into a thousand and one pieces-
and I wish my hands weren't so alone, resting on
the nakedness of your pillow
...
Caw Caw said the Crow
flapping his wings
his shadow sketched upon the snow
...
what is night?
if not
a calligraphers darkest well
from which he draws,
...