All the king’s sweets (a song for overgrown children)

When you walk out into this night You will find what you’re looking for – Or maybe a little bit more. Gunpowder on a stick So sweet that it hurts to lick; A border where lace confronts thigh Patrolled by a a jealous eye; A star in the forehead, A golden sieve, And all youContinue reading “All the king’s sweets (a song for overgrown children)”

A statement on the state of things

I dreamed that a former lover took me by the hair Wrapped my hair around his wrist Like a chain. He beat the people he loved with me, Beat them bloody So that they could never hurt him again. And in the melee I wondered where he ended and I began. I called my hairdresserContinue reading “A statement on the state of things”

Summer night Kiev blues

I was born in Kiev, Ukraine, I was young and running wild – “Be a darling,” said the raven, “Keep my beak inside your heart.” I was born in Kiev, Ukraine, Beak in heart and heart in throat, Acid bubbling in the tear ducts, Muscle in a Gordian knot. I was born in Kiev, UkraineContinue reading “Summer night Kiev blues”