A hateful lovemaking:
Golden fog perfume and full lips,
Shimmering gold skin appeals,
Then cuts -- bleeds
Long and red down my back.
Flesh grows hard and white around
The blackened blade in my back,
The jagged handle protrudes. Still,
I am unable to remove it.
Agony. Ripping pain,
An arched back,
A howling scowl,
A ravenous appetite for nothing.
This coma is warm,
A fine billowy nothingness.
A sudden blow-out in this
Zero-gravity pressure.
A hateful lovemaking:
Golden fog perfume and full lips,
Shimmering gold skin appeals,
Then cuts -- bleeds
Long and red down my back.
Flesh grows hard and white around
The blackened blade in my back,
The jagged handle protrudes. Still,
I am unable to remove it.
Agony. Ripping pain,
An arched back,
A howling scowl,
A ravenous appetite for nothing.
This coma is warm,
A fine billowy nothingness.
A sudden blow-out in this
Zero-gravity pressure.
Moist and funky,
A steam bath awaits
When ground opens.
Rivulets of murky water
Collect at the bottom
Of each scoop;
Warm loam appears to pulse
With eyeless worms
That free with each dig --
Veiny, watery.
Open wounds give under fingers,
Dirty nails -- fresh soil too --
Marrow laden bones
Like thick thirsty tree roots
Stop scalpels from sinking
Straight through to China.
Moist and funky,
A steam bath awaits
When ground opens.
Rivulets of murky water
Collect at the bottom
Of each scoop;
Warm loam appears to pulse
With eyeless worms
That free with each dig --
Veiny, watery.
Open wounds give under fingers,
Dirty nails -- fresh soil too --
Marrow laden bones
Like thick thirsty tree roots
Stop scalpels from sinking
Straight through to China.
Explosive brilliance
Of boulders tossed into a still pond.
Circles of blue and black
Distend out forever --
Disturbing pageantry:
A gentry with esoteric delusions,
Of substandard highs and
Irreproachable lows.
Deranged phychobabble in three stanzas.
Thrown chairs shatter, raging lunacy howls,
And the Mossberg speaks in twelve-gauge shot.
The lifeline death; her breath is
Sweet like flowers,
Her one night stand, eternity;
She glides, in gossamer gown,
And stoops, thin fingers lifting the
Hard White stone.
Explosive brilliance
Of boulders tossed into a still pond.
Circles of blue and black
Distend out forever --
Disturbing pageantry:
A gentry with esoteric delusions,
Of substandard highs and
Irreproachable lows.
Deranged phychobabble in three stanzas.
Thrown chairs shatter, raging lunacy howls,
And the Mossberg speaks in twelve-gauge shot.
The lifeline death; her breath is
Sweet like flowers,
Her one night stand, eternity;
She glides, in gossamer gown,
And stoops, thin fingers lifting the
Hard White stone.