Death devours all lovely things;
  Lesbia with her sparrow
Shares the darkness,—presently
  Every bed is narrow.

Unremembered as old rain
  Dries the sheer libation,
And the little petulant hand
  Is an annotation.

After all, my erstwhile dear,
  My no longer cherished,
Need we say it was not love,
  Now that love is perished?

XIII fuga                    - et si qui facit paleas:
Charles, et valorem et ex expansion Planck praeclaram
nobilis; maybe; Hic igitur ****, non est iustus,   lassus
salus, *** de actione retractationis homines qui volunt
foot vivere fine praeclara dierum scents *** annis Italiae
laminate ea vita est; Et factum est autem pietatem,
ideo quiescere de deserto vero ratio imaginis;
et ad martyrium Petri d'Einstein Domus page
Gloria ego sentias from ea in domo et in praesidio
Ad secundum mutationes separate confinia ita ut
I feel inexcusables vinegar, and vinum necessarium usum,
et cera alba dam mulier de terra per Einstein,       quod est
From Palma commando in securitatem et ens in lectulo
in mes, et malus est emptio principle fidem in tenebris;
Mode non sint plures tuum, sicut before annos ***,
regnum; Nudus *** Iudaeis Veni enim in splendoribus
volutpat extremi naturam Einstein et Lucrecia plenum
esset violent; Fit consume in coetibus; Illi, ut supra
dictum est in harenae "in project Baptismatum,
et quod peccata temporis: non enim dictum est, sed est
a *** sermo; Extra ordinem infantem pessulum ostii
aperu *** nuper judicatis Inaugurated in caelum
Einstein scriptor COCAINUM, ***,  qui Quod Sit adhuc
iudicio contendam cognitione communicare debetis noctu
Recensiones est mater mea et qui ex eo est europa
universalis filias regis, Hoc modus est frigus, et reginae
Alba Classroom volumine in comitatu Fusion-A mortuo Salis
Einstein scriptor ventus in flumine et in parte ostensum est,
in superiors, quia dum fieri potest ut ego postulo
mutare vel vitrum, Quod free mortuus quod autem ad
pecuniam Causidicali morbo in gym Given distantiam,
Einstein matris auditum edissere noctu Gratias tibi agimus,
oscula *** ad te in nocte, et mortuus est in Europa et
quod ducit ad festum celebrants diem pro habitu partium
naturam acutius QUI NATUS selio in domum Iuda in
desertum sortis erant, quod e Rerum ire ad unus de
you benefit from amicitias parabant regina of this;     Num erit
Crassitudo patrui eius Omnibus abstinet et DECREMENTUM;
Et tollet Northmanni locus in fine vitae, et febricitantem.

Flight 13 -       makes hay of Charles from the expansion
of the value of the Planck Institute, Nobel Prize; maybe;
This man is not just tired of hesitation,                  to those who want
safety more dynamic than the many excellent times to live 30 years
in the Italian duck:
This is the life plate & it is a pity;              Therefore unless the rest
of the waste system of the image; Einstein's home page
& martyrdom of Peter's Glory around the house &
around the terraces, will think about me? According to the changes
that evictions the use of wine vinegar becomes necessary;
Some white wax Einstein, from the land, that is,
De Palma command in the security being in bed
In the table,              the bad credit to purchase principle in the dark;
It was found out that at the age of 30;             the kingdom of naked
Jews as white as last weekend &  the full nature of Einstein's
manicurists & violence;           This is done through the rings
that consumers of the soul,              as has been shown above,
That is in the sand       "in the project baptisms for those sins,
as has been true when the word for it may be,          however,
the baby, bolt cutting inaugurated recently that opens judges
in the sky of Einstein's *******, 30 of which there is no other;
the knowledge of him communicates there also ought to be a last
wash at night,      I will execute judgmental reviews for the mother
& the European; the rest of this mode is cool & the Queen's White
Hall dead volume in the company Fusion-A Salt;  They came to the river
& on the other side as shown by Einstein
together into the higher,               because as long as it is, that the work of
free to change the crystal from the dead;               The right to the money,
far from a place of exercise of the disease Dada
Einstein's tonight and we thank you tell the hearing
with his mother,          30 kiss you on the night before he died
in Europe on the feast of celebrating the day,         for his part,
entering into the state of Nature younger than the instruments
home for a lifetime in the wilderness of Judah,      which lieth
in one of the things but these are the goods of love,
but they are prepared for a queen, from the thickness
of the self-native wife & shrinkage;
That is normally located at the end of life & fever.

Once there was a man called Jim,
This tale is quite maudlin,
So, what was wrong with Jim?
He received some pets from his family,
Who decided to give Jim pet therapy,
So, what was wrong with that?
Lucky they didn't give Jim a cat,
So, why, indeed is that?
Well, he had a budgie and a terrapin,
New little friends for poor old Jim,
Which he forgot to hydrate,
He forgot until it was way too late,
His terrapin turned turtle,
A desiccated shade of purple,
But, what about Jim's budgie? You ask,
Daily feeding was supposed to be Jim's task,
Poor budgie mortuus, there he lay,
Jim's family came to visit one day
Eventually, his daughter's jaws did part,
"There's nothing colder than an ex-budgie's heart!"

a thousand eyes follow you from newly waxed floors
and trail after me with form-filled labels, white on gold
take as needed; do not operate machinery; relax.
the shadows follow our steps, ***** and blood next to God’s poster love.
pin it to the bathroom wall: peccavi, peccavi

two years, fifteen minutes, miles of scars.
we sleep through the days, and whisper
of nights before the hurricane

("what happened to those two?")
                                                     ("Deus misereatur, the storm took them.")

I daydream of sinking my teeth into the flesh of redemption,
to rip muscle from immaculate bone.
can we not move on?
copper denial drips from our jaws.

and Deo gratias, they say, you survived.
limbless and naked on tiled floors.
Deo gratias et Deus mortuus est.
survival is in our veins.

I watch you waiting in LCD purgatory
as you see my fingers bleed into the vinyl shielded couches of the 12am ER

perception through observation — I let you reveal who I am.
what am I feeling? how do I act?
breathing through each other with liquor in our lungs.
I know how the bile tastes in your throat,
and you know the burn of the whiskey on my tongue

why do we still reach for walls
where cicada-shell notices cling with scotch tape?
take a number and restore the riches;
leave the room and tear them down.

who but God can build over the ruins of fallen cities, fallen worlds?
and ora pro nobis, He is yet unwelcome here.


we are holy, in our own names we pray, and Hallelujah, we are saved

desperatus, credere potes
mortuus, vivere potes

devoted to no God, except those that resemble me
i place each of my egos on the altar, and try to forgive myself

there rests a serpent corpse:
he began to writhe under my woes,
now his callous flesh chips away akin to an ancient statue
what's it like to no longer feel?

all existence is to exist, to exist is to procreate
vital enough to let sin seep into the soul
it is under that philosophy that mitosis cocoons my being
regenrate, rebirth, and rejoice!

I AM:
everyone you've come to love,
i am what you seek in the rest

i am each and every phantom that has glided through you and left traces of immortality, fused to the nerve and bone marrow

desperatus, credere potes
dortuus, vivere potes

In the darkest hour of his darkest night,
A man sat hunched with his dwindling light,
A sliver of hope behind all his fright,
Memories keeping him from giving up the fight,
For he just needed to make it through alright.

In the deepest crevice in his hollow heart,
Like an ancient piece of forgotten art,
Lay his very soul that keeps falling apart,
Every second stung like a poison dart,
His very being crumbles part by part.

In his sickened body runs so many a mark,
In his bloodless skin looks so very stark,
In his hollow head the eyes became dark,
Lifeless and empty as an abandoned park,
His parched throat struggling to bark.

He just needed to pass through tonight,
Keeping all the monsters at bay with all his might,
Making most of the warmth from his dying light,
And yet after all this senseless flee and flight,
His very old friend found him and said 'Goodnight'.

Lonely voices tear at me,
Sibilent whispering with no end.
Caress my collarbone,
Taste every inch of the skin.

Asinine bleeding, lost on me,
Raging fire inside my skull.
Corrupting and rusting
my being inside.

Beautiful afflictions **** the mind,
Rancid and fleeting, indiscriminate.

In nobis mortuus deambulatio,
Morbus animorum detracta.

Requiem lost among the dead,
Dreamers lose hope after drought,
Rectifying the overdose.

Smelted down,
A pool of rendered gristle,
Slick on the floor,
That’s what a day leaves us,

After the tethered heaves
Of this most sought production,
Blendered the dawn news,
The hooved mews, cool dews,
And all that smelled like gravy.

A slump line to the drink
Of old business not attended,
Piles as laundry, clean and otherwise,
Crowding the table, the floor,
And all the chipped dishes between
The sink and my mother.

But now, after all is taken away,
The fingers curl
Between the heel and the ****,
And crisp leeks yield to the edge,
Celery snaps and rains -
Carrot - thin as harvest moon
And a fume of crushed garlic.

What next? You may ask.
The permutations of evening
And stew are yours to taste,
To take and wander -
To simmer and wonder -
To plunder what soothes
On the tongue
And melts the fat of wages.

6 0’ clock
and the string of doors on the block
creak open in unison,
The briny smell of sizzling, leathery bacon accretes,
Seeping forth from pale shutters,
Peeling past the cars, stripping beige paint off the sides of houses.
The morning drizzle, forming tiny rainbows,
You would think it was acid rain,
melting away the plastic people.

Midday, after only an hour passes
and white wine splashes
like crashing waves in the crystalline stemware,
Where orderlies dazedly rescue their children from the montessories
Where power lines crack like whips,
So generously oozing sustenance to babes.
The civiliter mortuus, roam their undead domain,
Like a swarm of cockroach wasps
speed walking in parasitic pairs
darting through Safeway aisles,
Demolishing houses of white chocolate, and roasting sweet nothings
On the new George Foreman Grill ™ .

Every house on loan to apathetic debtors
They come to yours with their holy letters
PTA, … IRA … NSA … HOA
They proselytize, prioritize
Themselves over forest bears and wolves,
But where only hedge trimmers growl
The only Tuesday sounds are the behemoth
Devouring your trash,
And where leaf blowers asthmatically howl.