I see through blue

I hid my heart in a honeycomb
and waited for you to find me
assaulted and thoughtless
sitting
eating honey.

shading the moon

my soul is overgrown

bluebird or tiny spaceship?

rain or tiny spaceships?

The lake is gone... but we still had fun!

barely happening

with stop and go poetry
and fast fed tunes
the stage is your head
and I am your hair
Here
my convulsions become revolutions
my arms
pit vipers
and i can exist for 3 minutes or more
before the bald man shakes his head
and ushers me back to my room.

she's my heroine

I'm
on a corner
in a red toboggan
the moon is in a cup
i wait with gerber daisies
for the devil to show up.

she will not listen
she will not come
when her eyes are with the brimstone
her lips seduce her tongue.

Stop! Church ahead!

signs of life...

heater in the bathroom