All posts by Steven Satyricon

I'm an artist who's been living in San Francisco since July 2002. I'm a believer in activism, community, love, magic, and real life engagement. I'm the man behind the curtain in this little slice of the internet.

Angelus Noctem

I think of you on nights such as this,
air crisp and damp like a Bay breeze–
the walks we might someday take
late in the night,
after i’m finished closing the cafe.
These hours belong to us,
the fringes of mankind,
the shadowlovers and moondancers.
I can call you at any hour of darkness,
unafraid of retribution,
knowing that you will fly to me.
I lock up the doors and we begin our journey– Continue reading Angelus Noctem

“I’m Jumping Out Of An Airplane On Saturday”

I pronounced it after two years–
Years of silence
And wondering what I’d been missing;
Cue the airplane–
The propeller is roaring–
The door pops open–
The wind is blowing–
And I am inching out–
Testing the air between us–
The silence that hangs
When I am hanging from an open chute
Seconds? Minutes? Years? ago…
I was tumbling mad screaming
Through freefall
So lost in my experience
That I forgot what was rushing towards us… Continue reading “I’m Jumping Out Of An Airplane On Saturday”

To Have Known You Biblically

(for Josh Gilliam)

1. Annunciation
it was april
and i was standing in the window of the cafe
like a whore in the red light district.
the neon sign read “five points espresso”
backwards through the glass
and it was poetry night.
i was on spring break
of my freshman year of college
and i was reading a piece
i’d written to an ex
from birmingham
who i found to be empty
when i scratched him
with one painted fingernail. Continue reading To Have Known You Biblically

Canal

a bitterness in the air
brings back fond recollection
of you and i,
wandering the streets of a strange city together,
the taste of strong coffee and dutch apple pie–
later white wine as we tabled our differences;
languages are not merely spoken…
i think again of the smell of hotel pillows
which must be a universally recognizable odor
not unlike the scent of carnal desires Continue reading Canal