An archangel
Holds a brush in one hand
His heart in another
Less than generous
A sort of Prophet
Dusting a lateness
Now Trotsky is dead
His color flanked in trench
A mouth so wide, filled with vodka
I can remember much forgetfulness, his few notes, disliking angels in the dark
of these lines
to wear tusks
do you think
i am dreadful
ceremonially splashing
this ink to waste
crowds disagree
they have a degree
in science
in dissecting
the mournful
the trenched hope
the half-lit leaves
inhabiting what dwells
you who reads this
this slowly dripping dream
which exists
wake me – my pulse
who prefers to snooze
in this artless space
occupying my senses
aroused by every speck
every line
interrupting and intimately aging
his face
Something sits peculiar and real
Like chicken pox wandering courageously
Audaciously blemishing in silence
Soliciting skin it’s miraculous rise
For the curious satisfaction of having itched for someting perfect and round
Silvering thighs
Dressed afraid sometimes
Stretching my face
My useless nose
Sensory nightfall guillotine
Dolorous you see
Absolute sacrificing personalities
Beckoning these words
Seeding so effortlessly
For the bawdy tongued freedom
Where mud thickens your feet
Unwrapping bearded cavaliers
The priceless ego maniacs
Loving wombs in multitudes
Reading Poe lamenting aprons
Viewing their blues
Your kind is known
Nail biting fool
Let me recite you to squirm
My tableau cornered palpitations
Seducing your juggled scheme
O’ why so bashful gentleman
On my rugs you’ve knelt
Cigar tasting this revolution
Hinging isn’t it
Polarizing was us two
Terrifying isn’t it
My poetry of truth
Lipsticking your concupiscent suicide
Ask me why I did it
Why I faked it with you
Well tell you spirit
Poe was romantic
Macabre was you
And cryptography darling revealed I was never literally in love with you
Dedicating all of my words above to the ingenious plague of poetry, soaring ever so mighty sternum-stitching my pride to be nothing but madly in love with my madding madness. Bid you all the looniest of sleeps, peace evermore.
Look at me
Arrogating lined garments
For the sleeved revolutionizing boom
Enfolding your chested coffined bones
Agitate our bird spine to steel
Spleen us buttoned cities
Pining moral genders to garden
Prickling the humming grace of our songs
Look at me
War soldiering missile
Bare me your battle corpse
Your grieving maggot ranked throat
Astute your debris to conquer
Rest your menacing beating heart
Your stained dismay
Humanity manning feebleness
Come to me lovely delivering souls
Come to me dressed in your bequeathing vertebral joy
Evermore commission nights ardently in the reciprocity for this childbearing existence
