Goddess

I am the woman
the goddess of springs and words.

watch me rise
through threads of raisin

like a vintage blob of sun,
a phoenix from ashes.

My mouth is covered with cellophane
of rust skins,

it knows how to unwrap of sins,
a murderous night,

Watch this body of cold mo...

Catenation

Your eyes peep into chapters of my
opuscule with incessant questioning.
I enjoy the interrogation. Someone
is interested, I tell myself. Evading
the uncomfortable fits into form for
inveterate personages. It hasn’t been
a noisy commute. I choose quiet corners...

Mathematical Anguish

At the end here’s subtractive serendipity, the morning stars dissolve like fading perfume
splashes in your yawn, down the icicle of your atma. What makes our togetherness
monochromatic of antiquity? Come let’s smell the frankincense of this pregna...