IDENTITY THEFT

To catch the untrained race of our many personas,
our miraculous familiars, our parade of faces we shed
before the world like flaccid seed shells to begin again?

TOTEM EFFENDE

no problem saying
nothing with seeds split wide and
no you in fact are

SQUALL

sputter fear paint me
red scurry my eyebrows up
to lightening rods

PHOSPHOROUS HALO

humming my body
is humming my body is
humming cold angel

MIRROR

put out a silence
complete in its fullness
the shadow of your last

ACCURSED TONGUE…

…always speaks its’ mind.
That’s part of the Money-Back Guarantee.
Do not taunt Accursed Tongue.
It’ll come back to bite you.
Do not try to second guess or use
reverse psychology on Accursed Tongue.
It’s up on the latest tricks.
Just sit still and bless your Maker
that Accursed Tongue doesn’t know
where you were born, cuz it would hunt
you down and burn you out from the roots,
motherfucker. Accursed Tongue
just wants to get along…

GERM OF MERCY

Tiny, imploded bloom.
Shrapneled petals.
Hands clasped asunder.
In our smiles are a
riotous extinction.
In our turning away, water
we cannot cross, though
our thirst for it saves us.
Your hand could be my hand,
but every palm opens empty.
What small mercy still
lends me something to say?