from Noct—The Threshold of Madness

I uncover the palm of your hand

remembering you gently until nightfall

(re)verse—white on black

retina: a ritual opens around

black alarm you alarm black practice

dim you dark on the bed black

power overcomes you, shocks you.


good boy meets good

boy paradigm

what a wonderful accomplishment


polarizes bodies

be nightkind

prowl now

your goal is germinating sentence fragments

your Sex is small redundant letters

rearranged pronounceable

in your chest becoming

your spine

little electricity, Feel

your swollen size your core

phrase of power

your thighs your belly

phrase with intensity your genitals’

charm and gamble routine

you are ho-hum

you’re a fool wish for untimely death with a lowercase d,

humdrum to a longterm partner

smoke feels mystical but notorious

just the orgasm, the excitement of


you cheat

mystic odd numbers befits threesomes

you and your partner suffice

something special is happening

I encounter time

and really care

go bareback, speak fiction

ritual to fuel sinister contact

a reddish nothing

you can be handy

you slip away as if keeping one secret

phrase of power phrase mental drift

the heart dark sphere

your cheating is never foolproof


mating dance

with all its pitfalls

you accustom to the chest echoing in perfect time

onto paper that hides your gulf, burning:

sorry overspirit unfettered by flesh and shambling


unseen, let us disquiet

let us suppose

a state of burning

the fear of being:         Accused



the phantoms see you dabble in specters

abuse the elder entheogens and ill-fate

good god righteous all enraged

we’re taking a stance

we’re a shock warning politic

for those who describe nowhere