Kiri.

What the Hades...

“Extravagrancy”

Viceroy, your suicide doors bring
cloudy dread to the pilgrim mirror.
A furry taco swerves the choir
wisteria-ward. Grooves of green icing
lead, pitch, harangue Iwo Jima
into viceroy where viceroy is jade
and where it is not.

K. S.

"Snail Cellulite"

I my have limbs journeyed are over
in a flourishing long condition road.
Gulag at Quarry Chase signature style--
It's a must-see!
"Sex in the City" bowdlerised for sea urchins
innocent of bejewelled alchemy.

The lucid Najaf is a cell
in the crystalline wall of electrum

K. S.