Are you a child,
Of the
Short
Spark?
When unbuttoned by
The wind, which
Way is
Yours?
My jaws are
Creaking with
News,
But the
Eater of Atlases
Is
Sleeping.
Monday, January 29, 2007
Prowl
Allow me...
To unzip your heart.
Muzzle to throat,
Blood whispering urgently.
Caution, a memory.
Need, a naked flame.
Desire, an All-Consuming
Hunger.
To unzip your heart.
Muzzle to throat,
Blood whispering urgently.
Caution, a memory.
Need, a naked flame.
Desire, an All-Consuming
Hunger.
Perspectives of Sin
Peel back the rusty skin of
Night, and its blood will
Pour forth like
Whiskey from a
Broken, black bottle.
Ethyl, sweet esther.
An aromatic hydrocarbon
Lullabye.
Just close your eyes, baby.
You won't feel a thing...
Night, and its blood will
Pour forth like
Whiskey from a
Broken, black bottle.
Ethyl, sweet esther.
An aromatic hydrocarbon
Lullabye.
Just close your eyes, baby.
You won't feel a thing...
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