My face is full of your cosmic debris, cemented deep into the fabric of my being you embrace and shock the masses with covert power and wonder, with crushing prowess, with resilience to myth or wealth.
Silently, you dictate my disposition, mining your way into my consciousnesses, deepening the well of endearment while strengthening the will of all created here and beyond.
The flowing gown of our barren past lays in ruin beneath a broken shell of skin and bone, evading all love, will, hope, desire -- the crux of our faded glory -- for I claim you only to lose you, and love you only to watch you burn as my spine rips from gilded cage and blackheads burst across my squandered knees, crying, "Never again! Never!"
I don't ignore you, I fear you. You want to call it ego? Go for it. Want to say I'm jammed up and stuck on my own jive? Go ahead, sister. call me a curse call me a fink call me beggar call me a twink. Let it rip, let it roar, let you words beat me for what I came for. You! You! You! I came for you, you dagger loving demon. you callous minks of wonder. you delicious morsel of cocoa. I'm inflamed with jealousy I'll tongue your toes I'll eat out the cheese because never and not, I...
Monday arrives with a hammers touch, ready to scorch this fair earth in which I wallow on this dewy humid morn. My mouth is dry as a litter box and equally foul as I wash the night from my tongue and gums and fall headlong into the shower as the water boils at my awkward frame. Unwilling to bend towards the light, I mop, wash and dab at my pits and cracks as I finger my memories for pleasure and bark at the black thoughts crowning my mood with a rack of poisonous thorns. While every shallow echo of the weekend comes roaring back...
You cooked me well, good sir, with fragments of fire born from lust. Twisted and torpedoed throughout my loins, the crushing sense of wonder fails to wane even on the most deserted of nights.
When hollowed sounds of skipping toads break the silent grip of shuttered night, and when the gallops cease to kick at the token-eyed sparrow twisting about my latest plight, till then I confess my allegiance to each brilliant sky, dawn or midnight.
Escape we must from the velvet walls of eternity dashing souls past matted earth and drying roses propped as bed sheets upon our death sacks with slouched shoulders we crouch our hungry bones our sunken cheeks our borrowed teeth our braided tongues we jam a life into this barren cave left only to feed off ourselves now hollowed bodies of membrane bacteria and the bitter cells of our past choking at the roots of creation beautifully rotting in symphony dreaming the same dream ...
Woods dance with pagans locked in shadows with crooked spines run across hot rocks carved out of ghosts and infants with heads torn by the bloody claws of motherless parishioners, teasing me with rammed heads, spitting violently at me with poison phlegm, kicking at my ribs picked meatless circling as I wait for my child to cry me awake before the woods swallow me up.
she ran her eyes across mine with legs shining of burnt oils and a buttocks built out of bedrock with toes cuts like diamonds painted with a red shovel glow digging deep into flowing loins battered about wall-to-wall with waves of dizziness, cresting with lust, bulging with desire i could not meet her stare well beyond proper owned by her butter skin her whip-locked hair her balloon lips lying at me owning my thoughts my vices my haughty ways