3.1
Woad
Lucifer, who can understand your blues?
I can: the Lord invades my piece of sod
to set up a scriptorium, introduce
true indigo, and build a Roman road;
he knots my blue veins till I can’t refuse.
Beholder
It is Ex ink. Do not
wear bright anything. Keep your Never person
laced in the dark. This is natural.
Doha Melt-Down Elegy
It doesn’t matter how fast you are going,
after a thousand full-length prostrations
you will leave a sweat imprint on the ground.
It must be my embodiment fee.
End Fetish 6: An Index Of Last Lines
I made this little sound for you to wait in.
I tell the infinite. Too kind.
I will sieve the ether for her she is so nearly here.
A Thinkable Rampage
Your periscope
has a very kind eye said
an ultraviolet soul with ultraviolet
sight.
Babel / Bible
We’re in the beginning, babe. What the sea, an urge dammed,
thy sex drive unbuttoning the vale but not the wall, milkingly hard
up on it as a man versus narrative and its corpse done to, this tower
kicking out the wooden garden lock, nickled with lust.