writing about moths is like singing with scissors in your
hands. like cotton burning gin fizzes, like a ladybug flying
home. your deconstructionist yard sale in the rain. frogs are
swimming in your watercolor leftovers. in a dust devil you
would be the only one with wet eyes.
all the better to eat you with said the raven.
a clear bell in the morning will only see twenty legs.
when she’s busted in the afternoon,
only three souls will be around to hear.
later on these shadows will use her
image to charm the choir.
not even ghosts are so lonely.
this dirty penny wont suck up in the vacuum. why is she so
ugly and green? why are you so stupid,
they ask the penny…
just before they get burnt.
this penny is a sticky bitch.
she wont answer to anyone. she slays him,
LIMB BY LIMB LICK MY LIGHTNING skirt
the mettle of liberty’s bow
glowing red she burns it
and screams for the shadow’s scales
to measure light verses
the mother of all whores puking death,
and death’s head,
beneath a horse’s hoof
skull split on the sidewalk
outside the hospital
oh yes my lovely snapdragons
she snags her spleen to a silver swivel
clasped to a split ring to a blood willow
she sinews by tooth wisp to asp
gloaming little eyelets she singsongs
knots in truth before skewering wisp to asp
she runs it hissing through a no fault clause with
quickening spit strikes deep in bone shadow
crown to murk in gale brook mallow her sable bangs whip
gloaming she opens with her eyelids a case
which once for want of reason closed
causes treason once more by a false stitch
to raise her noble prow addressing syntax amast to employ
cannonade syntax amplitude tectonic means of anthem to
confound the faux capital of megalopoly
rendering the mystery visible to a generation rapt
in bewildering mendacity despots
towers of desolation adust imprisoned
catacombs of language and both in
fuck fuck fuck fuck ………………….. interlude ……. my wick is spent
syllabic mastery beckons open a channel in the sky with a
cataclysm of divine grammar hastens the finite power of
digits INDIDIZNI a missive of divine release she
strips rivulets of lightning in one voluptuous lick her split in full surrender glorious wicked curse spoken now
spectral wail by stipulation
a sirocco she SURRENDERS
her SLIP explicit sexpilot whale VEXED
sub OCTAVE NIX fucking HER NYLON SEA canary
even her tongue anchoring anew
amending the antique writ of usury deep bank
busted bridge trestles three ounces seven dram
bat treble hook whipstitched steel leader
sling slang slung
this moth likes to land
on lampshades and bus transfers..
she has been aflutter all night long.
when she lands on this sticky penny,
she is full of song. she says,
when the sun is scarlet
and my life is narrow,
why must you be so heavy?
because love is like a wheelbarrow,
it shines, it spills, it carries dust,
and i’m not getting any younger
so sing at me if you must. would
you rather i lie here and die here,
sold my soul’s spark for a herringbone coat
to another dead letter, in a mantle of rust,
mouth sewn shut, 94857833937889
inviolate drams of fear,
resigned to FUCK a pallid ANTIZIONOVIA
glad to suck the dregs of weak gruel?
strong arms stricken dumb, lamenting the
poverty of my own soul aloud, voice gone mute,
an old woman’s wail, another recrimination,
strong arms stuck dumb?
the ghastly silence of disenfranchisement
elder of a generation, shot dead by a young fool?
A VIOLET PANSY MOORING YOU OLIVE DOVE
conscripted thought criminal?
i will fight this duel,
VOLATILE VISCOUS VOLUMINOUS VILE NILE SPRITE
abandoned to what?
no, i will see a new day.
the salve that is
tell me now isn’t it raining?
basilisk i.version7 WitchMOTH WHAT institution Split the Dross
DESIRES FUCK VERSES
NO MATTER WHATSOEVER
devil lyric reversal
in cursive flux
evil notes vanishing
swan into her thorax
the devil slake blues
gulping whole into
black lungs her
moonlit catslip slit
split open tune