I cover my lips with your
Cork-fruit flavour,
The lingering of death
Between our pale palpitations,
We stand and we fall as
The wee beings we are,
Becoming less with each
Breath we draw,
With each hope discarded,
With every undressing,
With every scabrous shave of
Lingering you die and
We move on in unison,
Faces covered andShivering
In my mind’s eye I see
Fifty shades of gray,
I hope for a rise down below but
All I feel is pain,
Walking along the shaded streets of
Bewilderment I find myself
Wondering,
Is there any truth out there
Between the layers of anchovies &
The fish I smell,
Stenches from the rotten corpsesI inhabit
The view of the world I present
through my writing,
an adjusted layered
a belusted view of the void,
the waves unruled
the manspreading of kings
mansplaining to --deaf ears
Fair daughter face my fears
fair daughter hear your words
your words through my ears
my fears as I interpret you
as I suspect your intentions
your insinuations play on my strings
untuned harmonies --
the dissonance of us
I wash my plate unstained a fierce force of fresh water hits my face the trickle down my leg a flashback of other times of an outside world without howlings of a world free of wolves
I remember you
your smell of tin
of the motherhood awaiting
I remember you
firming up
I remember you changing
I season my arsenic, let the
Nose carry the burden of
Judge, jury and executioner.I sniff you, the whiff of rage
Turns me. Turns me. Turns
Me on and with a rising pulse
I show you…. my
Back.I season my arsenic, without
Tears and myrrh I carry on.
Chloroform and the best ofIntents
Keeps me
Going.
