Electra Becomes Night

Newbies 

 

Destruction then, Revelation

Horse Fathoms 

                                                            Night Bird 

Ink & Washes 

 

Ink and Wash

 

 

Our Youth Was Messy

We steal battered cars, abandon them by the river. We flirt with girls, flighty as leaves, hypnotize them with our moist grins, our too tight zippers, our hidden weapons of erotic destruction. Like a form of black magic, we nuke the night until it becomes day.

the river's dirty curl

digging up the buried bones

of old bluesmen

 

ku 

water heater breaks

our bodies humming

abandoned building

we become each other's prisoner

our ghost-quiet footsteps

in thick of night

crushing a cricket

endless repetition

conjoined twins repeat

each other's silence

my African journal--

i wake in pounding pulse of night

antelopes in my chest

seance

she speaks to me

from little heaps

of inert matter

the old nun's wager--

burn the candle

or dread the dawn

a luminous cloud

shifting around me, therefore

i am dense