Corkscrew

Corkscrew

a decapitant
on a metal bench
outside the converted church
where could I go
then for my conversions
where could I rest

Cotton Books

Cotton Books

body-bed-body torturous
he read for hours
until the night feeling & bedsheets
undisturbed
more than a form
& the long-dead

Sul Serio

Sul Serio

I had a friend
who used to inject
ink straight
into his arteries
black tracks
running up his arms;