Category: Poetry

  • too many gods buried under too much rubble

    what an endless malaise, this lifefull of sinners and saintsgod dressed in ragsburied beneath rubblea double rainbowa field of flowers noddingunder a golden sun

  • bleed me blood orange dry

    desire is a sunriseblood orange trailing acrossthe face of nighthe is a silver stallionveins standing likemountain ridges dividinghis territorieshe rampages across the hours whereno sun touches my facethrough the fires of dawnsilver coat gleamingiridescent in the first golden rayof light