POETRY
These works are about the sleepwalkers in the contemporary West. In these pieces, the mysteries of existence interrupt the lives of those who are drifting through our society. These are souls running away from something they don’t understand, usually within themselves, as they search desperately for a connection with others in a modern world that has grown increasingly devoid of meaning. The poetic mysteries of sex and death, the essence of the Typhonian Tradition, are revealed in these works, and it is to this Tradition that these works are in service. These works are incantations, hexes, and prayers. They contain the history of Western literature and verse, and it is my intent with this work to create a new literature for the future of our civilization.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE WATER (2022)
This is a collection of poems written in the years 2018-2021. They are dreamscapes of the city of Los Angeles, documenting the collapse of Hollywood and Western Civilization. These poems are about lost souls looking for connection in the modern world of emptiness and materialism. In these poems, Hollywood symbolizes what the Hindus called Maya or the World of Illusion.
THE TREE
At the end of it all,
When the world is filled
With fire,
And in the age of the undoing
Of the Name,
There stands the Tree.
The Tree
Is in constant bloom and
Its light
Burns atop the sacred mountain
And it speaks the name forgotten on
The tongues of children and
Its breath
Is everlasting
And that breath
Is inhaled into our lungs and it’s
The sweetest gift.
As the windows are smashed
The wind cascades in a cloud of debris
A whirlwind from time
And on the mountain
The Tree is on fire.
The Tree
Is the murder in my heart
And it’s the blood on the soil and
It’s the song
Of the infant crying
And it’s the wail at the moment of death
And that Tree on fire
Is inverted
And then the Tree
Is death itself.
As I hold the knife in my hand
The Tree gives me life,
The Tree
It guides me
And it gives life
In death
This sacred cut on flesh in a time
Of war.
The Tree
Is everlasting power.
The Tree
Is our gateway
To the sweetest pastures,
And the Tree
Gives us the knowledge of space
And time
And the way to make it all
Collapse
With the kiss of the moon and
The blade of the sun.
This is our calling!
This is our war!
This is the heart of god
Burning in our chests!
The Tree
Is our emblem
And the Tree is our victory
And the Tree is burning
With the light of the
Word
And the Tree feeds those who
Hunger for blood
As our country falls and the snake
Spits venom
And the Eagle takes freedom on the wind
And breaks down the wall
With his beak and
Then he alights on the Tree and
He’s the Great Father coming home
And he’s watching his children from the Tree
That is ever green
And he’s the power of the women
And the men who are free
In the time of the wolf
And the song of the
Whore.
THE STAR IN THE WEST (2015)
The Star in the West: New Poems
The poems in "The Star in the West" are for those living in the media simulacra during this Post-Empire Age. They are written to bear witness to the chaos and confusion of our times.
YOUR NAME
I saw your name on the page
Along with the others
Almost forgotten
In dark letters
But in your name I saw
Revolt
In your name
I saw a limb I lost
I saw
Something that was once mine
Now I think of
Yellowed photographs
And clichés of memory that
Pollute perfect thoughts
In your name
I saw someone twenty-three years old and
I remembered
Everything you said then
Your words were so unbelievably
Sharp
And I learned from
The pain
They always gave us
You left this note to me
This last cut
To ruin my skin
Nothing compared to that memory
Your hips
Your skin tanned in the summer
Your blue eyes
Your confusing smile
And your small untruths
And the surprising ways you hate
All written in
Your name
THE SECRET HALF (2013)
The Secret Half: Collected Poems
The poems in “The Secret Half” are a collection of desires, dreams, and horrors. From the deserts of Arizona to the urban desert of Los Angeles, these writings reveal somnambulists looking for human connection in the decline of the modern era.
THE PARTY
You let your body free
For a second
Your black dress
Was a silken invitation
Everyone at the party mocked
Your bashful smirk
And admired the cruelty
Of your legs
You stood by the swimming pool
The moon reflecting
In the water
Your face like marble
In the blue glow
The guests watched you move drunkenly
Your perfect figure
Was the destruction of the world
And we marveled
At the way your wine glass
Kept so still
In your trembling hand