A Diet Of Worms

Twists pretty face fine featured,

Walks on fragrant heels,

Bubbles wine & laughter

All over the place;

And coy depreciating smiles

To all the boys...

I strangle her in my sleep.

Heavy dreams & wired perception,

In heat,

Helter skeltered

Thru’ the bedclothes

And touched her ivory hands

And (and she wasn’t there, never there)

Cried out

For the warm breath of light,

Light in the dark,

Mother mother,

And wished sweet sleep to overcome,

To dowse with clear water

The flame that fires this frenzy

And twists the knot untwisted

From the brow

Of head

Of dead dead

Of red raw screaming,

Thrashing in the naked sweat,

Arms and limbs and sex,

Bursting,

Thirsting

For the touch of a cold clean hand,

Mother mother,

Pulling back the blankets,

Squirming in the wet raw

Sticky stuff.

* *

Enough, enough!

I smash silver fingers

For mirrors of light,

Scrape cinder night

From the pit:

Admit defeat,

Let me sleep!

Let me sleep!

Let me sleep!

* *

Joe silver talks rhyme

& nonsense, whisky

& deliverance.

He wakes in the city

With crap on his hands

And stares in the mirror.

Oh mother!

I drive thru’ the forest,

Thru’ shadows of

Blackness of night,

For a fuck in penitence,

In a black hearth,

In a black soul.

* *

Whisky & wine smelling

Mother lover,

She would take me

To her jasmine bed

And smother me

In her milky limbs.

* *

Alone, unresolved, fevered,

I burst in symphony,

Black & white,

Crawling thru’ the bushes

With no name,

With the starling’s cry

In the snake awakening asphalt

Cracked & sunken city.

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