Wolfing down Lapping up Hungry maw Open cup O'er flowing Tangle foot Brambles broken Tied in knots Roots below Sky above Crying out...

Migratory stories linger Across memories of a flowered love Not possessed of any human being But a fire like plutonium

Unequivocally I need your touch Your love Your lust Inhale me In burning lungs Soaring eyes Let me be lost Layered up Break my bones...

Open up Dysfunctional Sacred devils and Fallen angels Wounded beasts Healing heads Rising oceans and Hurricanes

Unmake me In darkness discreet In sacred shadow In secret flames Undone Punctuated breaths Reaching equilibrium Between life and death...

Consumed Hazel blooms of arcing thunder Level me in awestruck wonder Bought and paid for by her touch Sinking in and swallowed up...

Bring me a horizon Made of sunsets and of sin And make for me an altar To lay me down again

Press me between pages Open like a book Turn me into fire light With nothing but a look

Bring it down Like fire on my tongue In places deeper Oblivion Vermilion In velvet flames Dancing darkness Invading veins Colors running...

I build my kingdom Out of all of these mistakes I steel my nerves for The coming of day All these reserves for The war that approaches...

A machine-man brought to life. Built in a world submerged. Industrial. Used. But brought to life by something unexpected. The spark, like...

Vines on tongues Torrent thorns Tearing skin And wearing bones Gathering storms Petrichor Tasting thunder's Endless roar Bridge to...

I prefer the dirt and the darkness Hidden under, hunched Buried in freshly fallen leaves By the pit I'm swallowed up Elder things of...

Brought before the elders Anchored here Seeking the vampire's kiss Chained by fragments of lust Abrasive diamonds Burning agony inhaled...

SINKING IN Tell me what these pieces mean Intrusive thoughts and sordid dreams Truths uncovered in our sleep Urges lurking underneath...

I had an idea for a horror story called 1991 but just ended up writing a poem instead, enjoy: 1991 The year horror takes shape another...

Weeping at the edge of the river Meet me at the mountain pass Running over-eager fingers Through this tangled traveling matte Jaws...

Moving into the light With nothing in reserve Sorrows and the void Atoms and the dark Split between these numbing moments Boredom and the...

She was the first thought. Waking. Walking in the void. Image or idol or maybe a whisper. Voices. A melody across the deep. And so he...

Sometimes in life you have to take a loss. It can be hard when our feelings seem meaningless. We get caught in trains of thought,...