Saturday, April 30, 2016





-Launching On Monday!-
 


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Friday, April 29, 2016





-COMING SOON!-



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  Heir To These Sun Burnt Afternoons

Heir to these sun burnt afternoons, bicycle days . 
Forearms now made of clay. Face splashed 
by the sun’s high tide,  bristles 
of white hot brush caressing 
this ghostly curve 
of jaw. Global warming 
staring me straight in the face, “I am alive,” I say. 

I ride my Schwinn like a stallion,
but it is my nostrils that flare,
and it is the wind that unfurls its sensuous mane.
The city, our pottery wheel, round and round, 
whirling like some pock-marked orb,  
some sincere satellite.  
Heir to this particular afternoon.

I rise like Zeus from his throne, oxygen my legion,
arms raised in offering to the sun,
embracing this transformation into baked tree-bark.
Viewing the miracle of life from the kingdom 
of this vast panorama, steering across this mural,
I boil over with diseases of the sun. The affliction 
that celebrates with a shot of tequila in one hand 
and a love letter in the other;
 I burn with carnal laughter, 

I am god and emperor, the sun has told me so. 
I ride my Schwinn like a chariot 
across tattooed flesh, coins of golden sunlight
filling the coffers of my appetite,
heir to these sun burnt afternoons.