And if we Forget
poured into a bottle
of souls
I drank
I laughed
I survived
I swam to an island
laid on the beach
naked under
God
I whispered my sins
to the ocean
in vein
I danced along the sand
gave in to Satan
again
and again
I discovered
later
a heart
meaty
I bit of it
sipped the blood
from the cup
born again
into breasts and
soft pale skin
I wander
in search
of the
bottle
I was bled
from
Virgin Abyss
When I look out onto Song Shang Lake
just prior to sunrise, the bats flutter their wings wildly
to get the last few morsels of food
as the stress of daylight
sheds frenzy into their flight
I sit and wait for the day to open up and suck me into that vacuum
we call life
I watch the darkest sun glower over me
I wait
the lake is still as death….gray translucent
morphed into charcoal trees that surround it
the place before the world
eerily naked and primal as if a snark or a dragon will creep out
It’s the place before me
before mind
where I go empty
into the void of the lake
to seek those souls
who lure me with glimpses of
what will come to pass
but I can only see
it through murky waters
Cheap Thrills
Touch me
tell me I’m not a mute
I raised kids for Christ sake
the world was my apple
and I bit of it but
I never took the time to
actually taste
I wanted
but there wasn’t
enough
time………
and if I’m dying
and cannot taste
let me watch your mouth move
with brilliant teeth and
satin tongue
let me see those lips
dull pink
soft like a breath
buried under full beard that
covers a perfect cleft……
give me the good of it
I go out knowing
it was not in vein
I studied Creative Writing and Philosophy at NYU’s Gallatin School and was lucky enough to study under William Packard, founder and editor of the New York Quarterly. I am recently found or forthcoming in The Opiate, Anti Heroin Chic, Quail Bell Magazine, Pacific Review, Beatnik Cowboy and Bewildering Stories among many other publications. I currently serve on the editorial team for Red Fez.