hypochondriac

sun-touched, wavering;that beech out frontwas as much to me a medicine cabinet as it were the lifeblood of my window's overlook i've thought of it all;the disarming natureof your emasculatingtouch, the tremblingtops of trees and how they'd whisper usmessages into the skythat peerless royal blue;were anything as benignas the air that surroundsyou, the world would float...

a grievance with the long island sound

crop circles of eddies kissed kindly into the neuston by immigrantwinds bring slow,salted currentsa star overhead in itsfixture blinks withan admiration endemic to the space between the peninsular part ofNew York and a  desperate stretch of land called Connecticuteither way, dancing plumes of lights scourthe bight's surface, as though the entirebody were...

miller pl.

lashings and engravingslabyrinth-like, a telling sort of discomfort toldin Lichtenberg figureschicken scratched intomy back like nail marksinconsolable, it's a saddefiance that leads my resignation by the collar,unmotivated, unkempt, that lenticular beauty softened me sowhen gratitude finds me fleshy and beaten, rain carves meandering wrinkles into my naked...