Queen of Capricorn

no hanging grief

to sail the seven oceans in a grave;

death came and went torpedo to the heart.

when no heart sings

time endless to the comfort of a scream;

the frozen glands of kneecap to the spleen

unseen by eyes of leprechaun

two strangers dance as he, a noble man

she queen of Capricorn;

loves epitaph on the crooked sea.

tarot cards sing loud as blood lies lost;

to be undead as lovers in a face

to weld a wiseman's cancer

to the iron of a chest;

be dammed the skies that sucks a painted eye;

porcelain to powder

ashes bright as earthquake in a brain.

time tracks the flood now running through a vein;

sideways to heart and compass

a blind mans dream face down a common crawl;

hunger comes as hatred

to the stomach of the stars;

applewood for the Jersey cow

why now his bearded feet walk tall a sorrow?

the steam that burns the engine

spins endless to the six;

the home of hormone, gentlemen, and sex;

an erected thigh to a hearts delight;

mother, course as mustard 

dry as gin; the apples of her heart

shaped as man, her Sunday womb

wished only death the spoon that bled her hunger;

thunder in the eyes

the grunting fig as dull as wounded marrow.

a barrow-boy on the hanging grief;

to sail the seven oceans in a grave;