My blood has no tasteUnless served on a steel plate Sharp enough to chisel fine wordsThat bring primal color to this dinner Paper on a platterI consume to later vomitAcids merged with indigestible flavors Sick poems no one desiresThese cravings...

  I salvaged the happiest photo todayIt lays crippled at best insideA promising vision If you’d like to see then…My skull only needs to be cracked open! How despicable it is To frame miseryEncase these torturous momentsDetain it to eyes of...

The dust of remains Tuck in the dead Never leave crevices vacant  Or wrinkles clean Land is always ready for sweeping    With traces of existence I bring back faces Forgotten since the first grain  Expressionless   Fall through grasps  Stick onto wounds Grind down to a being less Someone who never was But...

Your hands are a slow, deliberate scriptsnowing cold glass frozen in marroweach syllable, a fucking shardwhere my lips have beencarved into your flesh—up to my toesiesthe cunt has worn Into a hollow, seeping starepulsing for sharp kisses in the airyou...