Poetry

Visual
Air Conditioning
Equidistant Cities
Euphoria
Up

Verse
Apparently
Attempt To Join Sex and Death
Breathing
How To Love a Monster
In Absence of Friendship
Inside
I Thought
The Possible
Words

Prose
A Dora
Black Hole Poem
Light

I thought I wasn't looking
for a fight; but seem
to have asked for one.

Who are you ?
now haunting my entire anatomy?
What's in that streak of you
that looks so much like me?

Is this propensity - holes -
demanding the formulation
of questioning
what you're questioning?

Was my wish to see life
as a science experiment
some original mistake?

It is a fact that the mundane magnetizes
elects accomplices far and wide.
See, the sugar inside my coffee
turns sour in my mouth.

The weather out my big windows
quickly switches polarity
fickle as a human
unspeakable as your beauty.

Soft kisses for the head of Shiva's penis
ask for the annihilation
the blast that will destroy
the crust of experience.