I want to rip skin like dogs do when they play, let me bite you.
Skulls are hair and seam-stitched bones; (voodoo) charmed wind chimes.
I watched as the moon sliced sideways through a blizzard in the mountain pass.
Wolves are born restless, with wild blood and purpose.
I want to be consumed, to consume, like ocean waves, like febrile flame.
Stars radiating hot flash nirvana, a boundless, jack rabbit soul.
I am a gypsy, I cannot get lost.
The skies inhalant, vaporous, wide — there is desire in the endless.
I am drawn to the artist in his loneliness, I am drawn to the Devil’s best friend.
Beneath the twilight void — expanding, old tune playing; alea iacta est.