i told her
how your love
felt powerful,
not traditional,
which makes it
ephemeral.
Unlike the old cities
or the dead civilizations,
you cannot build a new love
on top of the old.
I am no god
if it doesn't nettle
the divine rest
it kills my peace
executioners, look
to the water’s vigil
for beaten creatures
watch the river weep
in this gorge of fools
Shadows in the lamplight beating, all the ghosts within repeating
doubting, dreaming rare and radiant books of ancient lore…
my worst poems are ones
that I know best of all.
With a grunt and stems that curled around them, the charge of the carcass, the shadow of a young prince’s wound.
Read More
an entire cacophony
fuck that, a symphony
cast among eons
ending on a high note
ending on your single, high note