Kill me
secret song
spit forth from my lips
"always the bitter must be brought up"
I heard grandmere say
Lost and lonely
traveler
of the canals and bayous
dried in a sexual blast
Rapid lovers
Brooding
vengeful thoughts
drive down the one track stretch
of empty desert
filled with sand
bleached sand, white
is ground up bone.
Lacerated Flame
Wax boils in a flash
masochistic ritual
Reversed five hexing
All colors in one
Black clouds the eyes when dust flies
and the gates of hell
are unleashed
from the unsculptured hands
of the blind lady, Magre.
Hook, tickles the touch
Cold metal slips in
Penetrating and moving
Transcending the body
Sibling join in.
Pulp
Bloody play dough
of an irksome slug
"Good pit, here is some salt"
crackles the snippet
Fizzle, pop
the slug boy dissolves
Heart
no more
sacrificed in return
for power.
The quest for power is fraught with lurkers and trappers, to lose your heart,
is to lose your conscience, and lastly your soul. So only a shell fragile
as a peanut and filled with rage, remains.
