Thursday, April 28, 2011



uncertainty is an uncomfortable position.
certainty is an absurd one.

Thursday, April 21, 2011




today
I open my mouth
and
butterflies erupt

today
the bed is surrounded
by
cursed poets

today
the devil enters
the room
on a sunbeam

today
my deviance
has murdered
the boredom

Thursday, April 14, 2011

progress



Having to talk destroys the symphony of silence.

Sunday, April 10, 2011

repressive law



sinking

slack and sorrow
my loyal escorts
into the trench
again

above me

the sky is your face
your hands
your cock

funny how

this springtime
brings
dreary days

winter
was warm
as inside me

you frolicked
you teased
you provoked

my mouth
my belly
my cunt

dancehalls
now abandoned

my heart became a door
my eyes pillows
my affection a fountain

but apparently

the transaction
was a transgression

Thursday, February 10, 2011



Dreams are manifestations of identities.

The need to go astray, to be destroyed, is an extremely private, distant, passionate, turbulent truth.

We want to decipher skies and paintings, go behind these starry backgrounds or these painted canvases and, like kids trying to find a gap in a fence, try to look through the cracks in the world.

I want to get out of here means I want to be innocent.

What other knowledge will my solitude and muteness bring? What other worlds?

Friday, November 26, 2010

release


nick zedd mouth fucks himself in an all-night starbucks

as

I sip my tea

eyes goo-ing moist

a viral death dance

the couple next table over

chats in flirtatious one liners

o-hahahahahahahaha

o-heeheeheeheeheeheehee

as

**thrust in me**

a cockhead

taps the still warm corpse of nick's feminine self

I sip my tea

in a drizzle of light pop new Elton john

at

11pm

and every table sags

from the weight of so many laptops

I sip my tea

the jizz spews hot

against the creeping cold

within and without

and the money changes hands

for boiled beans

far less magical

than

nick zedd the man

mouth fucking

nick zedd the hot dead chick

Tuesday, November 2, 2010



all that I have to offer is this:
head of a stag, body of woman.
a hermaphodite with long black nails.
a sleeping child.

"perhaps I can lash his eyes open for you…"

the seat that was saved for me in the darkness
&
the dreams that you dare to dream (really do come true).