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I see your twisted sighs.
Stale lips, forelorn cries, with nothing
that can ever hope to succour relief.
And I am filled with wonder
at your hope-rivetted heart
that can still call to me in such
beauteous melody from beneath
sagging skin and unwashed flesh.
Pretty words, vacant and infinite.

62
Bloody enigma
Slumbering dissmissal engarde,
on guard for the slight infraction
of unspoken protocols or codes of conduct
envoking a spark of outrage seen by the knowing
as slight flicker of heavily tattooed eyelids.
Nothing more stirs in the moment as silence
invades conversations within the proximity
radius, the forth coming flashzone
anticipating a napalming loquidity
to soon clusterfuck the moment.
And the helpless perp stands,
in the final moments of bliss
unaware of the carpet-bombing invectives
momentarily suspended invisibly
on the once slackjawed lips of this
society beast now raising herself
from her recline on a single elbow,
flicking her cigarette, and checking
her sites. Lock and load

63 Weaper
Don’t fear the weeper.
Don’t fear what you don’t understand.
It is just another way.
Take my hand.
Tears must fall before
tomorrow will ever come.
Lost love.
Lost metaphor.
And lost the will to live.
Stoic stone, you lay stretched
out on hard-packed earth.
And the tears begin to fall.

64 Vampire Tattoo
New words to describe an old day,
an old way… of living and dying
and return.uTo mark myself with your soul,
inscribing with love eternal all moments
and memories, real and imagined, encoded
for replay in a child’s sing-song voice
and the grandmother’s bain sidhe wail
telling the world how we loved and how it died.
And how I have taken you unto me,
tattooed on my soul.

65 Jeepster – T. Rex
“Vampire for your love” indeed. How can it be
otherwise? When I see your smile, I hear
your call, and I fall once again into your arms.
Your sofly veiled eyes. Your smell.
The way you stand just so.
And I am drawn forth on points
each tiny articulated step.

66 Fundamental Love
Without thought or question.
Without sense or reflection.
You love without reason.
A love that loves back, if you fail.
A love that loves back only if you fail.
A love that loves your crawling, simpering
recondite, prostate, apostate return
on bended knee and broken soul
to be born again in his image;
the child of man.
If you do not fail,
your love damns you to hell.

If you should not fail.
And if your love is strong.
And your heart is true.
And if you do not fail.
It is sweet fuck all for you.