Ouroboros

our better angels are dead —slaughtered in the night by the old false prophets,scoffing down whatever cultish claim is theirsand in the clamor they consume some truthto shit out lies and serve them on some silver platter,like unwitting cannibalsthey arewho eat not to sate but to exceed,more love for the cutlery than what it cuts,and […]

Past Life

how many pastlivesago was it,what at the timewassogod-damning,and I’ve been damned a few hundred times since,crossed oceans that now seem like ponds,what you did the same with puddlesand just as easily sank toodeepdownthe old winding creek-bedwith the half-assed bridge about its bank,oh, how many ghosts did you meet after mefollowing the deer trail up the […]