The following is an excerpt from a larger work entitled “Riddled with Holes.” It’s about being broken but gluing and taping my stupid crap together and rolling ever forward sticking stuff back on when it falls off. I’m having an … Continue reading Failure is an Easy Chair
I will take sixteen ounces of Rejuvenation Gel, cool please, and the light Cellular Matting compound in peach. I will be using it on my face, of course, so I will need Safe Stop for the nostrils and eyes. Last … Continue reading Forever Young Inc.
Everybody just hold hands The light is going out of the sky soon we’ll all be plunged into darkness Everybody just hold hands You don’t have to be afraid soon we won’t remember our names Everybody just hold hands You don’t have to cry anymore The void will swallow up our voices Continue reading Hold Hands
I was in a sea of pure darkness and I thought I saw the moon As it drew nearer it was not the moon It was her She unfolded and elongated She was wearing white robes she had very pale … Continue reading 3 Ways Power is Miscarried
To not only be beautiful but to change faces. To let the metaphysics of emotion become our style. “Don’t be superficial” the angel says but the Devil asks a more pertinent question: “Why not?” Why can’t I recreate my expression to my desire? Whether it is the stride of my sex or the knuckles of a clenched fist. The eyes have power. Do we submit ourselves to nature for a truth that has no feeling? Is there falseness in a shaved head, shaved bone, a tattooed smile False locks and false breast? Let these things be tender gestures. A remembrance … Continue reading Cosmetic Transformation and the Will of Vanity
I can feel it tumbling down The cracks widening as I age I know this is not wrong This is supposed to kill us We are not meant for greatness but plod and crumble Worrying constantly over our small comforts … Continue reading The Age of Grace
A video for a poem about a long death that took a piece of us with it. Continue reading Mourners in Bedlam