Monday, January 27, 2014


she of the many wolves' moons, my 
dedicated bleeding heart, and the 
scriptures in gold ink interlaced 
that travel around her halo skull 
like fireflies in the deep summer

and i confess that i am amazed: i 
didn't know, that i had a part to 
play in the great drama of life-- 
vocoder wordplay and great sensa- 
tional vocations such as: climbed

and dropped back down again, wore 
the latest fashions and then will 
strip them off at a moment's not- 
ice, as well as the vanilla comp- 
lexion and black subsisting here;

i will feed you god's foods: con- 
sidering that you dine on prayers 
let me make this one quite plain: 
unadorned, unornamented, a simple 
plea for retribution for the love

i've wrought against the backdrop 
of your beautiful, burnt-to-black 
husk and shedded to reveal an ice 
cream of a skin, which rewards my 
taste as much as i could desire--

leviathan, that crooked serpent & 
other fallen angels to slay, mind 
getting bloody? i think it's per- 
fectly natural to shed some, may- 
be because i share mine with you.

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