mirage

death to Vixen, spattering of lies
cigarette burns and bruises lay claim to my prize

Vixen was full of light that flickered her sunset like a strobe,
erecting watchtowers, lighthouses, vaticans, and prison cells

on her lips layed words in a corpse-stated-bliss
repeating a mantra, reciting a hymn, love love love!
Psalms and Proverbs, Book of Job, Leviticus and Corintheans
underlines, boldface, and stars, paperclips, bookmarks, dog-eared pages

somewhere, searching or waiting, none could say which,
a mound of flesh was made for her consumption alone

a half of a half, copy of a copy,
an embrace she could call a home;
knows the devil by name and god by his scent
a scent of sweat, sperm, and excrement

past of and once upon a time
and a future for ever after

lips tight and ready, tongue eager to please,
guarded secrets prepared for confession and revelation

sells herself for nickel hearts
bastard sons and prosthetic parts
hearing words that were never spoken, ghosts of dreams constructing mirages
drinking water, choking down sand-hallucinating salt water thirst

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