YES.

"Poetry is the way I fuck you when you’re gone." —Nicola Cayless, Literary Sexts

Been absent awhile. Here are two poems.

Let the moon
take over
for me tonight.

Move my limbs, surge
with even
greater force,
my blood.

Let me be
in shock, let me
lose a couple pints.

Let me stare at you,
and rely on you

to not
take advantage of this.

I am in shock,
I stare,

wide-eyed but blank.

Let the moon take over,
guide your imbecile hands!

I am a dripping red marionette.

*


There are cobwebs on the bedposts.
How can I sweep them?

Life depends on capture,
on encapsuling,
feeding...

What have I got on them?

Even bending for you
backwards, you're mine.

I'm wrapped up,
and I'm looking up

at the stars.

*

and, just to cheer up: