The Fool Spent three months Drowning myself A dunking test Into spent shells Cracked against An egging edge Marble top counter Point wavering Used up sharps Thrown reckless With abandon held Addiction as art Nude david vein Sling impotent Pulsing his ivory Foot beckons A heart of stone Stupid blind boy The artist long Dead… Continue reading The Fool
My untouched fruit Falls red and rotten Bleeding lost sweetness Upon his hard . wood . floor He then passes . … Continue reading The Plum
Issue 6 of Fet-Erotica Magazine is out now, and includes my poem, “The Forbidden Tryptich.” It’s a lovely periodical, and NSFW in the best way possible. Available in print and digital formats. Grab your copy here.
Used to bring me sticks Gorgeous piles of wood The envy of every woodshed Used to give me the gift of rivers Whole oceans laid out before me Waves of wrapping teared open A banquet for one thousand Wet mouths working tirelessly Would find perfectly impossible To swallow up whole It would take forever and… Continue reading The Robbery
The same Restaurant The same Night hours Apart tell me Why fate Would do Such nonsense To us What kind Of cruel Game is that Bitch playing My god Why why In hell Why did You go My shadow Bent over The table As you — Enjoy your meal.