Until the ovum opened like ghost skin,
Pooled like the ocean
And poured from my mouth.
I wasn’t aware of how god-like
We sinners could easily be.
Hieros gamosIn the wild, wind washed, beneath the hills below the skies,Hieros gamos by dy-ad
This temple is a body.
Came upon his inert rest. With lips still reddened and warm,
I sought breath in the valley of his mouth.
But empty spirits guide this house.
Cupped his chest to mine, captured by his musk
My lungs expand to weep.
Father, my brother, incest of kings.
Essence in your arms,
Names you bore for me.
ArmisticeHeadlong into war. Thrust at the dead men standing across the wall.Armistice by dy-ad
Melted down like bullets, they steady themselves. We steady ourselves.
An explosion of great Anarchy. A burning saint’s scream.
A collision of fools, a glorious bloodshed.
Shod in whimpered pleas,
And a smirk at my brother’s dead god.
glitched adobethe inelegant gringlitched adobe by gliitchlord
of rasped teeth
in the spark
of the fangs
into digitized screams
the rug on the floor
lit and tugged
to the seams
with wax wings
and all psalms
let the unsharp
Stick-MenStick-men with blazing matchheads march across the table, single file, towards a glass of water. Latin incantations are said by a sole stick man by the water. It's a mass suicide. One by one they scramble up the slippery glass and jump in, their flames extinguished. This is the way of the world. Someone has placed lilacs on the table. I don't know why. This is the way of the world. I am their god, yet I only observe. It is not for me to determine their end, only to watch, and keep from getting splinters in my fingers. The lilacs smell good over the smoke. It smells like rain outside.Stick-Men by Bark