Untitled, original poem #98

it's another gloomy winter day
cold skies cloud my mind
 in vacillating stains
  of sluggish
   chemical gray

another fallow
 icebound day

with a pen that's dry
a notebook blank
& volumes left to say


Untitled, original poem #97

in the harsh
 and studied light of day
my surface heaves and cracks
but if you come
 a darker way

i'll spill upon your tracks


Untitled, original poem #95

if we shut down traffic lights
turned off street lamps
& store signs
if the radios & railways fell dark
if gravity & vulcanism
 ground to a halt

if all the stars in the universe
 burned out
there would still be us
unformed with no time

there would still be us
as in we
in the dark
unlighted & free

we as the endless
we as the essence
us as in alpha & omega

if only we turned out the lights


Untitled, original poem #94

my shadow is cast
iniquitous and full

i told you this was my last round
old habits and all of that
too many trips to the treasure room
come now
let me touch you

 that's it

galaxies dim 
they drain from the rim of your eye
a bitter milky mead
my cup
 it runneth over

that's it
as the very breath is sucked
 from the bower of your trembling lips
you know

i am your cold singularity


Untitled, original poem #93

fuck lines

i take curves and free fissures
with my politesse

come sew frills on my sleeve
i'll bleed wine for your glass

you let slip him tonight
and i'll fuck your ass