REPRISTINATION

As another morning

Tiptoes through darkness

Serenely sighing, and

Stretching sleepy limbs

To birdsong,

Love sheds all resentments,

Coiling content beneath

A pool of cool comfort,

Rippled with sleep and

Delirium.

And how many regrets would

You twine round your ankles?

The best measure of life is

Found in its moments

Of madness.

HAIR

Twirling, black, wet

Decapitated vanity

Scattered on the floor

Did you look away, as we made love that night?

Did we make love that night?

Did we ever make love?

Because I hungered for that

Which I never deserved,

Because I hunger for that

Which I cannot have,

Each night, a zombie with haunted hair

Traverses a mobius strip of nostalgia

Someday I’ll kill the beast

And bathe these tresses in its blood

Twirling, red, wet