CANCER | Bone Orchard Poetry (2012)

her hair is crimson-orange
crisp
fruity
cranberry
citrus

she says, "i'm going to die--"
sighs and goes on, "dye my hair,
since i might lose it
anyway. chemo."

an airy curtain swirls in the wind.
traces of sundae flavor
hang in the fall air.
chemo sounds
like creamy sweets
in a horror donut shop.
desert is still in the window.
silence.

cancer lives in her gentle insides.
i imagine
it is as beautiful
as she is,
as her bluish powder,
her pale freckles,
her silver rings,
her tattoos.

I look at her pixilated print textile,
a sun spark in the glass button,
an illustrated bible on her desk,
a picture of her son
playing with a toy fire-truck,
an unfinished cup
of steaming peppermint tea,

and see death hovering over her
like a shadow of a butterfly

even her death is beautiful

ONE IS ALWAYS ALONE | Bone Orchard Poetry
(2012) | VIDEO |

Emptiness the size of the world
Is bigger, blacker than death.

Scars instead of the wings.
Wings withered,
Wings wilted.

Darker than even death
Is impossibility to love.
One is always alone.

Death is only a transit train:
Hell to hell.
Dying will not be hard,
Hell is always hell.

Illusions are the worst.

"Never" has a soothing consistency,
Like a missing limb,
Like an internal wound.
Like the rain bleeding outside--
Again and again--
Black blood rivers.

Death, love--
The same.
Nothing but loss.
Nothing but lies.

Grief is the scariest
When scowling.
My heart used to tremble,
My soul used to soar.

Illusions are more cruel than axes.

Pain
Never comes alone.
Always in packs.
Like yellow-teethed predators
Inside my screaming veins,
Eyes burning red-green.

One is always alone.

BUS STOP | Mad Rush Magazine (2012)

Tangerine tiger woman
Traces her orange finger nail
Up and down her zebra purse

Over the broken zipper
Over the torn nylon
on her suddenly naked thigh

Kohl around her chocolate eye
Sequins under her peacock fur
The purple lips of a tired whore

The scent of alcohol
Wrinkles
Dimples
Blue capillaries
Human knots
Nude wings

A foreign word
A smile

Is she waiting for a bus?
For love?
For her turn to die?


QUESTION MARKS | VIDEO |

"What is right? What is wrong?"
You ask, "Give me a list!"
You say, "Give me a sign,
a map,
a set of rules,
something."

There is no list
There is no answer
We are weightless in the gravity-free world

Signs are only here to confuse us
One sign says
One Way
The other says
Wrong Way
The third sign says
Do Not Enter

Map is an optical illusion:
The earth is round
The map is flat

Even
One plus one
Is not two

Just put
Two rabbits in a cage

A male and a female, right?

One plus one
Is a question mark

Question marks
Multiply like meanings
Like rabbits in the mental cage


BLEEDING LOVE | VIDEO |

Love is a Kalashnikov.
But--
My laces are bulletproof.
My locks are a golden helmet.
My mascara is tearproof.
It is anti-crying.
Wait!
I've got weapons, too.
My lipstick is pure poison,
My nail polish is venom,
And,
My wounds bleed,
My blood kills,
I am bleeding love,
Zara Meduza


REALITY

Reality is a mere illusion,
An elusive unicorn
Floating through the forest of dreams.
Its persistent gaze is nightmarish
Its existence is questionable
Its infinity is relative
Its fragility is tragic
Its ephemeral beauty is astonishing


LOVE

In the absurd chess game of life and death
Love is the agony of an anorexic unicorn


WANDERING WORLDS

Hieronymous Wonderland
De Chirico Wasteland

The poetry of landscapes
The music of the outlandish

Life is short,
Art is long,
Opportunity fleeting,
Experiment dangerous,
Judgment difficult.