february 2020


...step into another person’s mind

and you will see their wilderness become your own


you will stand a stranger

and watch as existence moves


down its list of anecdotes

to where women gave birth


amid piles of garbage

to where plastic roses


were left on a child’s face

and where, further down


the truth long ago turned liquid

and memory itself was poured into a glass


so thus have we all

become each other’s prisoner


outsiders standing alert in each other’s mind

watching those wild, untamed places


cluttered with anecdotes

existence finally crossing you off its list


as just another rose, just another face

another irrelevance...







...I have arrived at the insurmountable

the hypnotic citadel


a trance-like edifice

that ignites when touched


that gleams with intuition

with the immensity of the truth


visceral, raw and unmatched

the ecstasy which lies, all-consuming


even beneath our fingernails

even in the very breath


with which we surround the earth

this painless fire


this joy that, at long last, is free of mankind

the citadel rising like blindness


dissolving all it sees

its darkness unmatched


its mirrors insurmountable

reaching even further beyond the truth


to encircle even the earth

with more than just life...







...there is no immaculate symmetry in death, no perfection

throw your bones across the floor


and they will rise as nightmares

vulvas yelling obscenities


an insane phantasmagoria

that never, ever stops


pushing your eyes

even deeper into your skull


forcing your soul to shed its skin

to have its own raw light ripped away


revealing the uncertainty

of ever having lived at all


that’s why these bones

have never stopped rising


have never stopped screaming

that evil also has its symmetry


its obscene perfection

why else are your palms


so deeply creased

so unsure of ever having lived...