Greville and the Tombstones

 This is....  This picture is a storm Light running off jaded surfaces. Low notes tumbling on and on. Leather rain drops on skin. Tendu and ...

This is: I am moth, rabbit, and possum Your love bites are hypodermic. I am a doll for you to dismember. Dis-articulate me, without resistan...

 It feels like a while since I wrote a love song for the kids to get into. This is... Something throwaway for teeny-boppers Seance wind knoc...

  This is... Romantasy Laying on top of sheets, like witch piled sticks. Limbs placed around ritualistically. Bound like the oath given by a...

You come like a musical note. You come like the crackle of lit Cuban leaves. You come like a stab somehow missing an artery. You come like f...

 This is....  Your unrequited office love can go suck it: you don't get more unreachable love than for the dead As the servant turned by...

This is.... A straight down the line, no messing, stone cold love song (AKA: we fuck with pain) You wanted something faster. I wanted someth...

  This is.... I'm not throwing up because of my addiction, I'm throwing up because of what I'm addicted to Fear don't fail m...

  A crow lay one day quite dead. The late afternoon clinging to it. Its imprint on the window pane, shocked into being. The stars above me a...

This is... Swan Vesta Lying between your legs. Head on your hip while you read Brecht. Doing anything else would be a waste of time. This in...