Should you ever suggest you knew me well, please recite the bargain I made with God on an unmade bed in some ghostly hotel, in the time before the clash of heaven and hell. It was there that the chants shook my head till my eyeballs fell out. The room was filled with paranoid scouts on the scent of...Read more

I’m always looking for a ghost a lost remnant, wild without God, with hands cold as steel but forever unshaken in idleness. The perfect severance, chained by malevolence but free from man’s inheritance. My cold, foolish heart doesn’t remember life without killing. My eyes saw once, but now see no ...Read more

You drove a nightmare straight into my dream. You took the pretty things and left me to crucify my being. I collided with my sun and moon till God spat me out. I rolled from His heart, out of His mouth, landing in the morgue of the wicked, where even the demons demand fair pay and picket. I am no l...Read more

I’d wish to be the bastard who left the needle in too long. The one who sleeps with demons, butchering a love song. I could swim forever and not die. Creative even when the clockmaker says goodbye. I’ll never create the world that I wished for. The more I dream, the lies repeat. Lonesome should not...Read more

It was okay for a while. Life and death didn’t feel so cruel, and I stopped counting the miles. I remembered love within a smile, walked with my sin down a pink-flowered aisle. Then grey clouds swarmed in and swallowed my sunshine— not because I deserved it, but because water must remain water and ...Read more

May the treaty be signed. No more love between you and I. Every line I ever wrote and signed was better said by a clever liar. I wanted to maintain the act played out on stage, while you just wanted to bow and be set afire. I am ready for the gunfire choir. I made your desire into a ghost waving a...Read more

I felt your love even when my sword got too heavy to keep the wolves away. You kept me in frame when I failed to bloom, strung out stoned on some boring afternoon. I thought I could go to heaven by holding a big red balloon. It was too soon and your love was heavy enough to keep me planted. I lov...Read more

Hunt me down, cast me out. Sink your teeth till it cracks bone. Give ’em that worthwhile shock to talk about— the comedic television show, just a punchline that pushes the dagger into my side. Fuck this lifeline. Drift to space, ’cause I met an angel with a gypsy soul, spreading her wings, giving w...Read more

When it didn’t make sense we were free. They told us to piss off first— go make the mess so there’d be no abortion to freedom Though sense has a heavy thirst. A million shoulders shrugged until they found the one, the one who could hold attention a second too long. We sang his songs. Filled his h...Read more

Can you dig my grave and sing me out of hell when the profanity-laced Sunday dinner rings its bell. God splits, and Uncle Pete goes back to bearing arms, hysterically laughing into the void in his mind till he finally eats the shotgun shell. Can you sing his head back together and send him back to t...Read more

We discarded the entire world and drew upon the abstract ideas that made our presence a disease. Romantic visions of evergreen pastures where heaven and hell agree. Maverick musketeers leaving their posts, walking away from prejudiced queens so ungodly beautiful they claim to be invisible. Drippi...Read more

My dope-fiend angel catches up with me in my goth pastel loft overlooking Paradise Lost. She captures my dreams in a snow globe, then asks for a drag. She hears the echoes of wars with the damned, nods off alone. God makes her sad. He captured her long before the first birth and the perfect Son w...Read more

Can I have paradise on a Monday when the church bells are too hungover to be rung? I want to see a starlit harlot, put her in a jewelry box, and let her sing the songs she hummed while horse thieves were hanging. My own patron saint has deceived me. He got busy wearing a suit and tie; now he hangs...Read more

I was ever after that vow that preached your will to death inside my restless mind. I could repeat lies and talk like I’m somebody, but I have no place to hide— so I reside in the belly of my creative crimes. You gave me alibis to buy me time, like swearing during a lullaby. I walked away from em...Read more

Hi, how’re you? My smile tells the room while still wearing my nightly lover’s perfume. The fog in my mind talks to the smoke from my breath. I hope I find death faster than a child gets Ritalin. I wanna see without sight and hear without noise. Just like air, I am just there. I say this to the w...Read more