Shedding horns

My bucking velvet is a violet one
My buck at velvet is a satin stone

My bucking velvet is adolescent
As he shreds at the contour
But now his is shedding horns
And his velvet I tore

So solitary, youre so board and speak poetry so freely
Because all you can listen to is :
Let the trees breathe
With a lap pool and a tecate between your shot knees

His velvet 3 horned eyes
After soon no more satin and he’s in heat, hes ready to eat,
“How could I see the dew of her vicious bloom” he* says
After soon they’ll be no velvet only three shedded horns

What a velvet drape to have cast aside
Only so many points before they’ll no more velvet.


Seeing in Tara’s eyes
Seeing in those flames licking at the pot.
Crossing a ravine (to you)
And losing power (to you)

Every now and then I see in flames
In your firesky, makes me wonder why
Im not out there putting in my part

Say a prayer, not sure to whom
Tormenting the storm
At idlehour, down the resort
I said a prayer at an unidle hour

And the illustrious pink flowed like smoke, like ink
Down to a saged and saintly rolling plume of Tara’s maiden womb
Which now,
ever more will serve as a ghastly tomb
All of her glories will be in tune


*Tara is the Tibetan goddess of beginnings



A King of Cups was not enough

Slowly I’d start to solidify
I cast my hand and let the cards pick themselves
Feeling the glow of the sodalite that draws me to you.
These cards must be blessed, sacred enough to have found me, to have guided

And you are quiet, serene
Enchanted and imposed with me
You hold together my seams
Our ESP seems like only in our dreams
To become enlightened beings
I’m not a human feeling spiritual
I’m a spirit sinking into humanity
A spirit feeling human

I won’t let this defeat me,
Will you please complete me?

A King of Cups was not enough
You had my card
Will you ever call my bluff?
A King of Cups was not enough
I’ll drink fully while I can

I am imposed in your wounds
I am the sting that can heal
When it resurfaces at the bottom
We are meant to redeem
I will dwell until no more

When a King of Cups is not enough
I drink fully while I can.