April 22, 2022
Ever since bumpy died
you’ve had this thing —
You’re quite good at it,
could be a professional, in fact
as W.C.W did it
Well beyond phlebotomist,
or therapist, in fact
I want to know what death is, too
Slipped on a banana peel,
I repeat too,
You have this thing with
April 21, 2022
Bright tears and shadows
slouch In midnight fear,
Before I slap the stars out of place.
I cry, blowing my trumpet of burnt roses,
before sitting down in my finest wears
to eat sin like a bloated corpse,
below a half-mast of agony.
I dread the sun which turns in my skull
even when I’m asleep,
April 5, 2022
I. Prayer of St. Tantalus
Revelation 3:16: "So then because thou art lukewarm, and neither cold nor hot, I will spue thee out of my mouth."
Out of St. Sophia's three daughters I always leaned to the one with the arrows,
The speared dove whose blood trickles among rocks like a searching hand.
March 15, 2022
The post EVERYTHING generation
Has no memory collection of