Smoky black skies blanket over diamonds
There is bellowing crack that echoes the calm
As streaks of veiny light flash along the crease of clouds,
Down came the torrential fall,
With wailing wind brushing against lanky limbs ,
In this, a lachrymose aria,
May I have this dance?

Lilac fabric against buttermilk complexion
Coffee spotted flecks
Passion fruit pink rounded cheeks
With the most bountiful blood orange tresses.
She is art.

When all it takes is a warm whisper,
Trailing fingers along your curved edges
To break the dam within you,
I know your mine.

When you’re eager,
On your knees looking up to your god
Tongue out to receive communion
So well behaved, a sinner angel
I know you’re mine.

Beg me to break
So I can pick up the pieces
Remold you like clay,
Toys in our games—
You like to play
You Beg me to break.
I’ll pick up the pieces.

“You are mine.”

i love lax and i lust after slack                              
smoky streams dream out a caution
portions of nightmarish animalian fests
                                           in blue
i love the reptilian love of sunshine        
never mind the laws and mans fortune
and preservation          
of good food 
 in oil

The dark reaches past the veil
As lanky tenebrous nails trail
Down pallid moribund flesh,
Aghast of a heavy rattled breath
Crimson paints over charcoal knuckles
As death reaches to ***** the light.

Petrified like taxidermy
My false eyes fail to see clearly
Is it that the world stopped turning
Or am I lost in torpor?
Cold blooded brumation,
Tipping the scales to see if—
Anubis’s thinks I’ve been a good boy
Send me to the underworld
Where I can find a glimpse of her
Neither acid or alkaline
But she moves me like phosphorus
And I can see the light,
Like a dandy moth—
Dancing to my end.

Well it’s hard to see big blue skies,
When all the clouds around try to blind
Feeling like Icarus when flyin’
Everyone is trying to bring me down
So as I soar on higher, please remain calm
I’m well aware I’ll be consumed
Just let me find my fire.

Drink of you like a fountain of youth
Is all I want to do when I open your bowels
To see if you digest anything I’ve ever said
Did it get lost, rattled around in the maze of your head
The rats riddle your guts with disease
And all I’m left with is spoiled love and rotted meat.