BLOOD What More ache than The blood already shows What More longing than The blood already knows But you bleed and bleed and Nothing grows SHE WALKS LIKE DEATH Pounding ribs I will close her shut Someday I will make her love me We dance close enough to feel the sweat in our eyes I'd love to swim in her black liquid She slowly kicks and I'm lost in her legs What language does she speak Why can't I hear her more What keeps flying around the room It darts inside my head and bites It sucks on my insides and provokes me I wonder how she looks with her knife Would she enjoy getting behind my skin My friends have gone, there's no one beside me Is my devotion enough of an offer I know what it's like to be different But I have my fun I spank the sun and make it set UNDER STONE I think upon the death of God and grin I feel the salty tickle Keep me from the hungry light I walk among the ants Give me the sting of glass I have sculptor's hands I wrap my wounds in silk My head peels slowly Under stone Festooned with honey I give birth To worms UNRAVELED SPELL Through these cold halls I unravel my spell When my claws numb with ice becomes the time to strike. I can see my fierceness drain from me. Your limbs would taste nice tonight, But you make no screams. Your slit eyes make me desire to be bound to no one else. Before I could split your back, you gave me your dream- "The pearly moon oversaw with blood filled sky, seven sad stars hissing longingly, but the silver fish flew onward above the sea. Flying forever the fish knew of constellations. Flying forever the fish shook the moon's face." I gnashed on my spiky tail with pitiful delight. Your dream bubbled my thoughts with such lovely grease. The way you curled around my loathsome tongue inspired me. I kept just one of your eyes and let you go. Vigilant in my watch with your eye in my grasp, I set myself to keeping you alive and free. I shattered all your mirrors and closed your doors, No one was ready to witness your splendor. LORD OF WYR Finding that flesh sometimes splatters The Lord of Wyr revels in the scarlet hiss But more savory thrills lurk Culled forth from the brain Tangled around his jagged tongs Gray, fatty memories ripe with sincerity With obsidian skin and an oversized eye The Lord of Wyr demands civility While restrained he expects a peppered smile Unless you wish for less tender care Capricious as the Wyrian storms The Lord of Wyr often stumbles on how to proceed With myriad tools and vices with teeth How best to make you seethe with unclean treats You can ride his wheel of skin, taste his ripping thorns You can be pumped by a smoldering ichor Making your hide turn green You are just another bone decorating his halls HUBRIS 2003 White sun freezes Your rubber hands Need me Stain and devour Pulled so tightly Defiantly vanquished Fevers drip down my skin I experiment with eyes and shaving Relax into the manifold Drool your words into rust Numbing from the mechanized vigilante Gripping the stitches Obnoxious as a door All about feeling Inside the sheath to please and please please please please please Eternal Cure CEREMONY Azazel eats all your flies Banished in canyons You long for a Rake To rip off your rags And devour your scent Folding and teasing You grow your beard down You're as hard as hooves Mash the earth flat
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