On snow, his padded footfalls echo low
Heart beats: haste, fear
As none but its reverberations know
The ancient horror lurking near
A flash! Before the darkness rushes in
Not night but something deeper
Tentacles binding from within
Swift minions of a speaker
Whose very voice is sin
Whispering, listen, listen, in the language of the wind
Across what remains of summer's leaves
A murmured knowledge of the fate of thieves
And as the stolen idol drops
And the ancient one appears
His eyes begin to bleed
Discongealing the accumulation of his fears

With tweezers I relieve her of the pearls within her eyes / The experiment is finished: Experience and I have ****** her dry / Iris-less she cries, but her tears arise like incense to the skies / How sweet the fragrant plumes of her demise! / I ignore her cries; I have gained my prize / And soon her voice will wane / An infinity of ever-fading sighs | An affinity for exculpatory lies...

love is the crustacean
who remains after the moon
has pulled away the waters of infatuation

They built the rhinoceros because God
foretold of coming war in which they'd need
sanctuary from the evil unthawed
beasts Earth's burning would hellishly unleash.
They built him of steel and electronics,
infused with a human intelligence,
and huddled raw within like unmade bricks
within a kiln, until their God dispensed
His justice: No escape / the heat turned on
They baked / the devil-beasts of *****

Moonlight.

Summer heat.


Washed hair.

Clean sheets.


Cool hands.

Warm skin.


All the time in the world.

Patience worn thin.


A thrill like fire.

An ache like ice.


A terrible hunger.

This feast won't suffice.


Overflowing heart.

Short-circuiting brain.


The stabbing of longing

Nearly drives me insane.


Freckled and bright eyed.

Skin thin over bones.


In some world

I'm with you.


In this one

I'm alone.


Frustrated and frazzled.

Eager and resigned.


Thoughts of you call to me

Dreams not far behind.


Escape fading away.

Reality bleeding through.


I lie in a spacious bed.


I wish I was lying with you.

Once upon a tiny planet,
a hunter and his rifle stalked their prey,
It always got away,
  until the day he fired—
Dropping dead,
with a bullet in the back of his head.

Rip the saintly halo
From above your hallowed brow
To see how it obscured
A deep satanic vow
As through your skull are sprouted
                   Two twisted bony horns:
A rose no more disgracing
A beautiful stem of thorns