Monday, January 27, 2014

concorezzo/nonesuch.

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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