the flecked light from the end of the world in the dead west
flicked open my jacket for a go at my vile'in chest
with steady bow of setting glow-
drew forth a single cello moan
the silkenstrangeasylumrumblefrom, the bowels of theBeast
i know my part and string my heart to, the sun of the fetal east.
Saturday, November 23, 2013
or, chest, Ra
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment