Ultraviolet Mafia

Ultraviolet mafia

exacting private taxes on the air.

Oxygen is an independent element.

Yet shrieks when hydrogen is rended from it.



I am a neutron.


I am an imaginary number.


I am dark matter.


Light blows this way

then that,

a cheap exotic dancer.



And always the ultraviolet mafia

is skimming some off the top.


Like Fish

The machinations of weeds often go unnoticed

but I can feel the dandelion’s dark intent.

Inside my computer are vices I can’t explain

and virtues I won’t.

What battles for more are fought silently

in a world of less and less?

I was born in a gold mine.

Gold is a poison.

like fish we die far away from home

in houses that will immediately be given to someone else

The 1st of November

The 1st of November


A photogenic witch is caught

with her jeans down

(Do you know even traditional witches shop at Abercrombie and Fitch?)

the day after Halloween.

Gets in trouble for being out the day after Halloween.

There is a season for everyone.

and mine for you was the summer of my life

when you were the glare I saw reflected in everything.

It is the 1st of November now.





Seasons of castles, cathedrasl, fortresses

go by.

Pride with his transparent wings buzzes outside the window.

What if Cinderella was as awful as her step-sisters?


The mortar between the bricks says,

 Don’t let the facts get in the way of a good story.

Beneath the cathedral floor princely hands wring desperately

to extricate themselves from a promise.


Inside the house there are ghosts gnashing their teeth,

whispering into the baby monitor.

At the other end of the house I freeze

hear the voices amid crackles of static,

stop folding towels.

She is the final holdout,

but the bread has crossed over to our side.