Slaying the dragon,
Slaying the ghosts,
I dream of hands
unfettered,
I dream of hands
alight
Each morning I see my
Face
Each morning I see my
Death
A mirror
A mirror
A mir at best
I don’t much scream these days, or
Ever to be fair. I don’t await your fake
and humanly climax. I bite you as
I lick your wanting, Who’s for Chinese
Fish Fingers? Our human endeavours
as things goes, bang! Bang! Bang!
Banging you, fingering me,
as the ultimate
cumming
of words
bequeath me
I learned many years ago, the name of
police - in Welsh, and walking ‘cross the
mountains, through the valleys; through
and though, I found a better way.
What at first appeared as mere fiction
she taught me was the ways of old, and
I having no better clue; I went with it --
Oh the fool
such a noble name we gave it / a precious pet among sparrow stars / dead in deeds unimaginable / a fire-breathing door adancing / I kneel before the name of names / the humble among the humblings / the one from outside the universe of ours / a crossing of many paths untreaded / such is the path ahead / such is the truth / such is the answer sought / such and such and thus: is jaysome
