November 28, 2017

Poetry + Snap: “Venom”

Acrimonious wit
Feeds appetence
Kindles cat-scratch
Into slack-loose folds
Of shunned soliloquies
To assume Hate’s shapes
Or so Love seems

Apodyopsis peeps through
The cracked porch screen
That separates aeipathy
From looking-glasses
Of reality

Drunken symphonies weep
Stripped slits
Stricken sleep
Venom milked
Stroked suckled
From cuts too deep


“If you can’t laugh at yourself, then I feel sorry for you. It’s never too late to take that diamond out of your rhymes-with-fear. ‘Your’ meaning the general ‘your’ — but please, take it personally! I’m sure you will anyway.”

An unedited snippet from my 2017 NaNoWriMo novel Damask. WIP it good…