blood bath

Deep Tarocco sanguine
Flowing steadily faucet-wise
On my back I watch my toes rise and curl
Raise my hips upon my palms and point
Up to a fleckled ceiling of swirling shadows
As the candles flicker as a whisper
escapes my lips:

"The night is only a sort of carbon paper,
Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars"

Half in smugness for recalling the line
But most because my muscles keel
Splayed, I sink into the lapping tides
Overflowed gushing crimson makes wet
And did you know the hands are barely visible
From the bottom that is,
And that the bubbles were uniform at best
but still made an adequate beard?

Dry

Cloaking dust
you land like
sweet silk shrouds
upon my
aching shoulders

Light as death
carry me
star-bound
on high
and release

Superunleaded

I'm going to fill myself up

Superheaded

The Agency (Weird Dreams III)

I am turned
Oh so easily
By the flutes and the petit-fours
And the grandiose staircase swirling
Here, to the higher ground.
Exquisite, the genteel flow into us
Diaspora, Diplomat, Distingue
Basking in soft-focus as the petticoats rotate

Carousel

I am turned
Oh so easily
That I barely notice her take to the stage
Floating ethereal, so delicate she is almost transparent,
"The Agency is delighted to welcome..."
And her voice melds into the fray
No matter,
I shall find a new, nubile siren to carry me away.

But I turned
Oh so quickly
As the smack of a shot slapped the wall.
Stock-still she stood,
Propped rigid against the baby grand.
Her mouth just parted, when she saw the blood
But what a pretty picture she made when lit from above:
Fingers splayed across her breast,
A milky gown turned ruby-red
And rosebud lips gave way to great crimson tides.

Pint-sized

I feel enveloped
Tart and wretched
Such greatness came
So unexpected

Atlas

Cast from the world of men
Atlas stands
A Titan fallen
One hand to the dust that bore him,
One to the castrated sky that wounded withdrew

Atlas buckled, onwards stands

Impeding earth's embrace

Cracked

You watch me

In the strip light
Giving me your best impression of
The Glad Eye

Unknowing,

But even then I heard
The filament rattle, rattling
in dead eyes

Later.
Pausing, Shielding
Eyes locked skywards,
Searching out a dying star

Buzzard prowl and swarm me
You grip too tight
Flecked bruises bear love
All voltage, no light

In clawed clutches I wake
The beast now

Swiftly to the fore
Where vicious hearts remain

Steady lion, you
Draping the chair
In velutinous sovereignty you sit
Stock still, stony stare'd

My faded lover Goodbye.
Leaving, it cracks,
The yolk runs red,
Seeping slowly earthbound.

The birthing

This week I will begin again
The polarity never helped me none

The great love, the great love
Carried as much hot air as it done

But all implosions asideWe live as we wish to die
All needless expulsions subsidelike the quiet after the porn

woozy

remind me to never
compose when I'm leathered
the efforts thus far
have been piss-poor I'm sure

unfaithful

My sweet there are girls dearer
this much is becoming clearer
when she cries you will not hear her
as you're lying here with me