Desired Tragedy

A saccharin longing
for a tragic end.

Upended and trampled
like a reckless desire
for holy reckonings.

Breath, cascading
towards a howling violet.
Cap not your simmering
a muted fire of bashful abandon.

Unleash your glorious vehemence
upon a deserted cause.
Triggers and clicks.
Cross and dagger.
Bone and shriek.

Mindful of muted awe.
A clamoring, oily black
tipped over upon a misplaced youth.

Herald of a quiet age
tapping your shoulder.

Anatomy of a Handgun


Help forlorn.

A vacant sky.

Stretch forth
bitter animus,
occupy that darkened patch
of cankerous soul, itchy and torrid
in a black-eyed world.

Hold fast to a vacant light,
autopsy green in a dripping wind.

Fatal crow, shorn clean
by an anemic yearning.
Tread softly,
alight upon tattered clouds
like a secret, salty thirst.
Cast a growling eye upon the murky crush.
Throaty, ragged craw calls.
Atone! she says.

Slippery down
falling, failing
caught by a marvelous gasp.

Rise up!
With the clicking,
red-tinged clamor
of an ancient mode.
Redressed tendrils, smoky anchorite
of a cloistered breed.
An eternal passing.