Nocturnal Remissions (Preview)

Greetings denizens of the Cosmos. It has been a while since we have had a conversation. This Writer is back in the town that John Graham built. We've been working on a new book or 3 and time for reporting has been very spare. Rest assured, the stories from my recent travels will soon (or later) make it to this most Chaotic of Fronts. We are willing to share a little of the verse that will be included in Nocturnal Remissions, our new book. Enjoy. Please comment if you have any questions.

Nocturnal Remissions 

1. 

My lover, 1AM licks my eyes and begs me stay

I await the coming of morrows

clench and unclench damage goods

The fist is not good enough to do harm.

Here, anyway, I use the weapons of mouth

Sword of tongue

Phallus of impalement

The past shudders as I recall it

2.

Slain by knowledge

too involved in the assassination game

My contractor sends me like a dark messenger, to eliminate the curves in the question marks and create fuller stops

We end where words begin

3.

Consumed by consumerism

Consumption regurgitating the status quo into a platter

Stuffing recycled morals with silver spoons

onto forked tongues

There is a wrongness here that transcends the message of peace in our land.

Unity is not diverse.