i’ve got you on my mind, giver _ 2

_ no. 2i’ve got you on my mind, giver i’ve got you insidei made sure to keep you closei’ve got a heavy mindi can’t tell you where it goes i said it’s blue and redsaid i’ve been living like a fool mightdon’t tell me how to fix it upif it’s chrome then it’ll floatif it’sContinue reading “i’ve got you on my mind, giver _ 2”

-poems for Tanya

P A R T  N O. III ‘babe’ “hey, roll up your sle[eves], it’s time to go”oh wow you know me[that] unsubtle g[litter] in your eye,of knowing of an unknown why– ‘babe’- , you’re tough as nails, what got me on y[our] mind?i chose once not to seefiguratively, you figured out the me i don’tContinue reading “-poems for Tanya”

-, Rota Fortunae

We withdrew I heard her voice in Ramah on lights last day, first conceived now delusions of a forbidden death To make way for the son the cost of my own, what precious life saved if I bore but to bear it all Everything will be from now on Matthew 2:18 Paint by Joachim Patinir LandscapeContinue reading “-, Rota Fortunae”

The Fall of Dignity / sykophántēs

In droves we sought refuge with instability, the tabernacle walls decorated with humanity’s pique Our own bile under the guise of a fresh idea, inventing sex in the dust of the reformation Flippant figurines, musings of an animalistic past, somehow serve to distract our pangs in unrighteous form The chosen life, the forgotten sun, theContinue reading “The Fall of Dignity / sykophántēs”


Conceived to dust! the fleet angel yells, you buried my trust in a hand-written sonnet Eastern promises mild enough to keep me wandering, yet left me dry, lapping at the river of dilapidated structures you called home Print by Hiroshi Hamaya Snow Land

FE. MDLXVIII. / Expression of Being

The great hunter adorned in cherry cloak, now retired from a beguiled persona Humanity shown on his breastplate as if time were not aware, of the fleeting density of his own life Yet man is beguiled himself if he were to believe, his lot in life was more than what lay beneath manipulated metal OH,Continue reading “FE. MDLXVIII. / Expression of Being”

Ecce Homō

Peering through the masses clad in flesh and wine the seeking young men forged paths among those who cursed the day. Pillars of salt perched among those who had not yet feared the wrath of temporality. He who had purged his heart of tenderness. Red, deep blue, ivory, and glistening black. Blissful peace exhumed fromContinue reading “Ecce Homō”

-‘ Somber

oh forgive me in time for your matrona son is still teething on blessings, forgotten cracked ceilings of the church where I prayed for my health –  –  –

– , Netherlandish Execution / Nikódimos

The gulch of the gods who had once painted time Now settle in dust to abstain from the climb The glory of man left in pious refrain Sincerity won in the god he had slain The robin sewn sackcloth turned grey from his youth ‘Neath the bark of his zeal lays the onus to truthContinue reading “– , Netherlandish Execution / Nikódimos”