Heretical piercer of heaven, hell, and all hearsay hereafter — The Pantheon is cancelled. Ragnarök, dismantled and cancelled. Revelations, banished into dusty, closed books, unblessed and yes, cancelled. All sacred cows, slaughtered and butchered; cooked down to a dull brown, consumed, expelled, buried, never to be exhumed; just cancelled; all ancient curses, reversed and cancelled to nil, for what passes…

And daffodils and tulips and the like — Have you ever shared a dream with a bumblebee? A few nights ago, I did just that — not on purpose or anything like that – who knows where the subconscious nose goes once we switch off from the daily grind to recover something of ourselves? But there I was…

What we know and what we learn — I’m not meant to know how it ends, but I suspect and wish for it to be by your hand clinging to the back of my head, pressing me into your bosom. Each waking moment is an ache for you, alerting throbbing joints to swirling, gathering, dust-quenching storm, but that’s…

No guarantee of recovery — It’s all coming apart, fumbling this broken heart, tumbling towards nevermore, see before me and around me, and I, dumbfoundedly cannot sit with it, mold shit with it, hold onto all of it, fold under; fall with it; one of many, shattered, splattered a sum, or any of it at…

To float upon tides that lick upon shores — You were effusive in praise of our yesterdays as we both looked back, grasping at shadows that have only lengthened over time and distance, evaporating at the hint of futile fingertips seeking to center you where you always belonged; enveloped by my embrace and tender care for a moment of…

On unearthly highs in blue-blackened skies — In blue-blackened skies, on lilac-sliced night, our violets delight within freefall’s flight, in the vertigo, in the let’s go slow, in cool winds below, on heat of our skin begin thermal sin; kept aloft within, we entwine, us two, as if Oshun knew what night hues imbue; they reflect as gold; we…