April 2016

Yours, Etc.

And I set this to your palm
Steel to grace the layers
Breaking open,
Sweep away the tedium
Built to exorcise the demons in my gut

Purchased flesh, your residence
I take mine at your feet

Your command spills by the whole of your irises
This essence pursues in agreement

 You conspire with me against my poor judgement
And liberate body from mind
Embrace me on every level, every realm
Every world, in every dimension
And let me honor you
My King
In each


The water may sweep away my tears
An ocean between us
But would you drag the lake for me?

Thirteen knots,
                                         Thirteen knots.

Blank stares
This mirror yells at me
And I cower
I am a coward
I repent

Black streaks line this face
My charcoal warpaint
Dressed for battle
Two ram heads entangle
                                                                       Surrendering again.
Is there ever a true victor?

Scrape the glitter off on scalpels edge.
Will I still be good enough?

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