the moment he turned
and walked away
our world became peckinpah
i can no longer discern
whose blood
my hands are weeping over
Tag: Revolution
every night you were away
i sought you out
through blackberry bramble ether
from weeping constellations above dixmyth avenue
to jessamine county barns filled with horse hay
perpetually wrapping blue ribbon around my finger
whispering vespers
my plea to the particles of the universe
to hold you together
to bring you back from oblivion
as you had done for me
you are my chosen family
inextricably part
of my thunderous heart
to which you will always hold the latchkey
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america the dutiful
when we are unwilling
to sacrifice for the greater good
the greater good
becomes the sacrifice
since the middle ages
the catholic clergy
have raped more children
than they’ve built churches
and i fail to understand
why every diocese
has not been burned to the ground
the remaining faithful
rebuilding toward heaven
without the shadow of sin
nihil obstat
the perverse hand of ruin
has raised my skirt
too many times
i should know better
than to look the monster in the eyes
my nightmare
has become
the manner in which i make my living
and
that which makes me passionate about living
are in direct opposition
my vengeance takes the shape
of william blake’s
“Death on a Pale Horse”
go make yourself ready
soon
i shall burn the sky
you hold still
while i paint
a degas green upon your face
opium den pedestal placed
red blood cells floating
in absinthe swollen disgrace
our clothing disintegrated in the corner
i open my eyes to ask you,
“how long have we been in this room, my love?”
you pull me onto your hips
causing me to rise into a moan
high enough to see
through the window
paris is no longer burning