I'm the bone on which you could make a wish

split into twins, so I may resonate

where Fates lay, in doorways wreathed

festooned in dreamsilk and bootstraps

cinched down into the bite sized truths

of choice 

 

Here Lies Thy Voice

 

spider stingers and the spittle of birds 

ingredients for a loss of words 

in the face of a roiling fleshy wave

of bad news ; 

The Captain Said: Man the Pews

 

and lo,

a splinted shamble quakes

fragile frames, tho pulpit shakes

excorsizing shivering humility 

sheets sticking sickly: strangling spake

feverfew can't douse this flame;

Blessed be your meek, your lame 

the ones to put the gods of yesteryear to rest

Dogs to Eat this Wretched Mess

 

shadow-weighted at corner heights

formless on this moonlit night 

chant and cant wanting for naught

my legs twist out from under me 

walking an echo cardiogram

a path for martyrs , so deftly tread 

Paint This Saint in Sinners ' Red

 

they smiled to take my hand at dawn 

burned names chasing up and down the lawn

 

c o l d :

 

as a casket imposter, 

still-sweat sheen

a cheap mimicry of morning dew 

 

A Life Levied as it Mourns You

A Life Levied as it Mourns You

A Life Levied as it Mourns You