---
concrete moon
Katya smooth
drinks her cigarette
beshaven head atilt
and bruise knee taut
on the iron bench
whilst Stefány
rasps hoarse through
and thrashes futile against
ensilvern bars
eventho
no ghostly beauty
no brazened legions
blazing sabres unsheathed
no toxic sloth peace
may ever
dethrone this
9mm omnipotence
---
Vallombrosa
click one
high heel step into
Chemos fading nearly merry
till click second
into Diana's pitchy streets
whence
sulphur scent syphilis
lips bequeath
Astarte melting plastic sensuality
for ubiquitous plumped
and balding
Thammuz perversions
slow rolling by
in fast food wrapper filled
dust lackluster carapaces
---
Felix culpa mother and childhood
ivory comb
painful embrace
and my
paralysed black shoulder
of a sudden wet deep
as a sun brave sinking
let witness to
your poison door
letting out all
but your fucking lipstick
before slamming crack
shutting in
loneliness inviolable,
virtuosity obscured
like memory and moon eclipsed
---
Vacuum black
skin emaciated strangle
Vera's sweating bones
casted dry shadow
infinitesimal creeping
up to the mountain top
to where her hand
reaches
like she could just
strip it away
as some black label
off a blue bottle
like she could just
leave a white void blankness
in a collage
like she would just
get a glimpse
at what
that fucked sensorial censor
is leaving out
if the paper tears
perfect clean
Four Poems
Sophia Dean lives extravagantly in peaceful west coast slums. Her work has been published in bathroom stalls, thieves jargon, $2 bills and neolampshadian outpost.