Sisyphus

White dreams of Sisyphus we taste them at daybreak we taste them like lubricants we gulp without tongue we taste and we taste as his knuckles fall out. Midday today he sleeps and he prays he prays on all fours grey eyes to his knees he drinks from greased cartridges his boulder is black.   […]

Glory

About the ashes we gather eye-to-eye breathing, the nocturnal stained sheets colorblind and strewn messy as we marched, as in our dreams: badge beneath tongue summer sun drinking the shaded purple of your beard. It reminded us of   when your eyes were pierced, black hearts flaming scared even the bullet as the confetti sucked […]

My Sister

My sister with the voice of stone. My sister with the heart of seasonal raging. My sister with the forehead of a bald snow-kissed savanna of alabastrine dust on top of alabastrine dreams.  My sister with the voice of an elongated pipa string With the face of the innocuous flesh of deer Dripping original sin.  […]