Paved over Ouija’s

The day slips,
as a loaded grin
full of chalk and vodka-
salt as vulvas,

portal de nada no vīta
non compos mentis
excavator of,
el chico de la sangre
bathory on tap
countess of ascetic vestments~

role-calling
the addicts in her attic
stretched statues
as a static statute.

magnus- is ichor’d milk
dipping the curl
on her lip of feral~

caucused, 
as wights of oil
in valerian catechisms.

her triangular incision
dangle inscriptions
of infant consiglieri's

ark dented tattoos
of Lilith’s cleanse 
coronated as a
cloned commission~
as gulls of guf
deliveries-breach.

where ayenbite of inwit
spins a planchette,
planting an acre of acumen
inside of blackened whispers.

pocketing the fury
in a seppuku’s ripple;

as children bleed
napalm prayers
in a cesarean purgatory.

that place
of hugs and gallows.

Where
does the agape
~live?

chew down these
hemlock plosives
as nourishing sibilants~

when this plain
gives only lyres of flesh
wearing pearls
hand picked
by minions of Lethe.

careening
along her scream
as a scratched
in-utero gleam-
screened;

all is I,
~avarice.

spent like
treaded beacons
on a shoreline-
rinsed as refurbished
rebukes;

in the sputum notch
of a sutured staircase~

rise in diagonal stasis
rest as glisten
on that Eucharistical spiry,

all falls
    as a called it,
~into you.

around your sting
traipsing in your aura.

a raped syntax,
glimmers as legion~

chiseling down the ingots
in a synapse void;

that alabaster altar,
gallops ahead to clout
suffrage is held
by daemons of marble,

wearing crimson
like a cloak
of distich-

another ember
tap dancing
deaths respire~
as collateral.