have i told you you look ravishing?
for juliet cook
please remember it was me
who saw your dark-toothed smile
from across the rubber room
as we both release black
pet zombie butterflies giggling
respectively, mr. black himself
and the most venomous princess
since sylvia popped her head
out the oven; charmed, we're sure
indeed!
bastards and darlings beware
this stare can wear anything we say
bat wings, blood kings, diamonds
shamed right back into coal
O such abominable vavoom!
smash another toxic cocktail against
the dirty word wall
poor nostalgia we really did
a number on her tattoo parlor
but hell business is blooming
in a dumb trifold of intimately
savage squalor
jackknifed I can almost breathe almost
in my next fetid perusal of what
everyone is always assuring
us is the "situation"
well how's this quillfish for a jackpot
a mishap among all these carbines?
shoot away I'll play swiss for the day
or jugular hour when we excrete on
their peppy little primrose
look honey there's roaches on
the fuselage, I'm out
Bruised Fruit
The fragility of our bodies
goes forgotten until injured.
A deep cut, a broken bone,
and then the healing.
Can a smile repair
a sneer's damage?
Fragility is the common
Denominator.
Even steel melts.
Planets die, suns implode,
and we are as gnats
on a floating plum
