Seated in a bottle, Looking out. The world Is the hermit’s zoo. Men Flap jaws cut From granite. Cheeks, Steel razors red Like blood. They raise Their soft gaze, brow taut Skin covered thinner Than a sprawled spider Web. God’s Greatest creation, I Watch, half On them, the other On me, perfect In my mirrored … More The Hermit’s Zoo
Did you notice the bleeding Star descending? Did you see the body burning Behind itself In a glittering trail Of tumbling Flecks of skin? Or were your eyes On the sun? Yes, its light is brighter, Stable and slow. Safe and warm, It browns your body With a long, caramel kiss. Now look again, For … More The Bleeding Star
Perhaps, tucked away In the billowing folds Of black space Between our Earth And another, where beasts Squawk and shake The crystal dew from their feathery manes, You love me. Snake men fly As the sun sinks In the east, And you and I Walk hand in hand. Beneath the moonless night, When crickets purr … More Maybe You Love Me
A million parched Lips cry out in legion. A million murmurings, A million cheers, A million sorrows Lost in the tortured collective. And not one knows the freedom Of pen and paper.
He Who Wanders 