on decadence

Decadence Poetry

is not simply
squandering away
the last remnant of this life
– for all that’s left are remnants –
the art of demise
is hardly only destructive,
it is a destruction following creation
a long struggle
to create something pure
in us,
yet once the new
has been achieved
desperation sets in,
necessarily we strike
a deathblow –

making all the
necessary room
for newer


nihilism poems

far away

Far Away Poetry

I am so far away,
the moment
is a scorching taste of whiskey
in my half-agape mouth
my hand curling
the hair of


alas is for me a word
signifying wings

history is in my sensations

to end this night
in the consolation of death
being as gentle as

far away from what is believed,
towards the prismatic dispersal
of becoming again

so far away
aging with the journey
of name


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