pyramids of albatross
no limits now this vision of the flesh.
comes second-chance the wheel of turning tide.
no mercy asked
from casket to the blushing bride
the rushing blood of anecdotes
skips as Anaconda spits and spells immoral vows;
two towers we
one great divide two sides of nonchalance;
all Satan\'s men came gathering lips and verse
singing death it\'s happiness for a quiet introvert;
who sings so who remembers something less?
best kept remains no respite now the hands of the oppressed
caress our tails of Scorpion.
four cats-eyes but still as blind as cherry\'s on a tree
knead my bread and glisten seven acres memory;
dirt and grime with bandages and scroll
next time we meet
love will have no meaning
where dances love through waterfalls of blood!
black clouds are we
sack-cloth and Peregrine burning torches of a worm.
how dead my sperm that floats a baron sea?
ask Ophelia a second time
\'do you remember me\'?
no bigger than a fly
no wider than the scales of honesty.
blaspheme the steak that bellows heavens bark!
bite my words
from paragraph to the sentence on my neck
dive deep as ladders down beneath a soil
that coils erect an embryo
clean and dusted. brighter than a spark;
where sails the Ark
two are we
miserable and dark;