"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

drop off the keys lee and set yourself free

there may be 50 ways to leave your lover

but there is only 1 way to leave your body

and it’s through  the soulhole


yesterday my mother met her maker-ess

Mrs. Death   mine lurks in the curtains  winking



final third

final third


the renting of my mother’s flesh from me  devastation

hiway   my el camino  where i’ll walk the stations until

feet + palms  bleed


she wasn’t just  the body  

as undertaker Mordecai



she was the sacred vessel   the temenos  where i wombed

swimming like a carp   in her milkydeeps   she was the crucible

of the vicissitudes


of the gutwrench

the beautiful


gifting this  ONE LIFE

where  one more once  

the pact of faust


hey Mephistopholes

a penny for your thoughts

my kingdom for your




Fall 2022   …when u gunnin for me?..

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