“That ain’t your usual lipstick,” Gabriel murmured, flicking ash onto the damp wooden planks beneath his boots. The porch light buzzed faintly, painting half his face in jaundiced yellow, the other half swallowed by the Louisiana dark. His thumb...

wherefore art thou? echoing the cadence of naked flesh, unrestrained, carnal desires dancing across your breasts, awakening the hunger of twilight's envy between your dripping thighs...unbuttoned, unashamed, swelling the tongue of your pink hombre unravelling beneath my mouth, delicious blasphemy...

Prowling through the darknesswalking the midnight in shadowsthere ain’t no use in runningbecause, I put the poontang on youyou can holler in the hollowbut cant lock the fucking doorafter leaving my mark on youtattooed on your fat assso hush...

…to all my dead friends, you know who you areas I flagellate my soul dripping caffeinebound to insomnia’s insanity, with envyposted on the Frigidaire, with sticky notes“I sold my soul to a half-eaten-apple”dripping caffeine, the key is in the...

The streetlights buzzed like dying flies and the asphalt held the heat of the day long into the evening, moving hips swaying to some rhythm only she could hear my fingers trailing her thighs, long and lean like a crooked...

  A choreography in shadows, pulsing in the indigo twilight, less oxygen, more whiskey, in a circle of silhouettes, naked in uninhibited rage, “Rollin’ in my sweet baby’s arms.” The fiddler’s bow was missing three horsehairs, and the fourth was...

I am a shadow of twilighta charade of fleshmasqueradingI am the scavengerof your fatescreamingI am the graveof your decaying corpsetaunting your bonesI am your miseryof your adultress memorieslying underfootI am a shadowof your grotesque  

Becoming my quill's poetic voyeur  tasting the fly in the ink  the dark side of my hors d'oeuvre  listening to silence whispering in my ear  as if lusting scorpions crawling my back  among the shadows in my mind's oasis...

In the darkness of your poseythe cunt's thoraxwith it's sleeping tonguewhere the shadows dwell with the breath of your soul dripping a staccatoon my blood-stained Nikeslistening to the voices singing"Bring your love home to me"

A wise owl of veiled memories  dreamless sleep shadows deepeternal dark lusting your marrowand petal posey of labia's lipsstained with coffin's mahoganysweet scent of decadent glaciersmelting in my arms