obliquity: a requiem

the paradise you offered
proved to be
a mirage

thus you were
exiled
to the recycle bin of my heart

your last words still ring through my head

"cum see her HOT TIT$ japenese gangbang hard jammin"

ode to gordon packer

intricate tunnels leading to secret destinations
strewn about like the labyrinth of some disheveled minotaur
endless piles of pain and sweat
and newspaper

they labeled you a heretic
for believing in yourself.

also, your name was actually Gordon Stewart

sextant (unheeded)

Like apple cores spinning into oblivion
so go the uncounted beats of my heart.

I lay awake at night
searching the ceiling
hoping to find a pattern that looks like you.

There is none.

If I should run out of gas
on some deserted stretch of highway
would the merciless sun
and the scorching asphalt
distract me for a second from my loneliness?

Or am I doomed to wander this thoroughfare forever?

swan song of eschylus

eyes like limpid pools of silkworm excretion

glowing embers across the vast puddle of darkness

she crashed
into my sofa