a starving artist,
semi-surviving on daily doses of stale coffee
and store-bought birthday cake,
i seek the substance of your skin
to feed my curiosity,
fuel my inspiration,
digest the moldy musings of blue-
berry muffin mornings
i am the angel
unveiled before your eyes:
voice cracks as i sing
of Hell and love and Heaven--
wings flutter like a fading butterfly--
halo that once hovered 'bove my head
has fallen...
tight around my fragile neck
it clings:
choker of chastity...
eyes embrace the flashing cursor,
searching for slivers of you
in silicone salvation: a poetic promised land
fulfilled in my mind
