saint rakowitz

adorn chaos
with pituitary lost in self

and of us sparkling
like glass of us startling

last minute
deaths head gnawing
on a jane

narrow hallway to forever

and charlie gein's spon ranch east

introversions: with all my heart

what if a tongue
could bend
a cherry stem into a knot

that it could
bend time and space as well

when we exceed reality

everything will die

it is just meat
for the rhapsody
a little heliotrope said

a cathode ray goddess
in my dream

the lips of a movie star

the mother of god