I was treading Hills.
I was a lion. there were wraiths abroad. a double shot of Hennessey, a green
light, something we might regret. fire in hearths, tigerbone in loins, sabertooth
ambition, shoebill graves. by cup to face by hedges for innocence or deeper
darker devastation. torn by visuals, spinning in a circle, lights blazing
inside. red carpet burgundy boundaries, sweet/delicious barricades.
I looked
suspicious like one needing as a bit thirsty while with liquor it dissipated.
kibbles for an astray animal a hotel rise for sobriety while I would never do
that sober. built up in mud, denying rules, hearts soft, language green with so
much history in my future. longer rides Sunset pains loving like I’ve known you
in deaths. dancing with eyes, trembling with penchants, this isn’t my best
invention.
closer to an orchid
than this woman much fever as dying our angelic(s). sundew drippings, glass skies
shattering, I might tell you my best lie. hallways speckled with art so much dynamite
we explode like disenchanted. she pours a drink. she grunts a bit of abuse. she’s
angered. like human eaters, like termites, or bugs inside intestines. I slip
into feelings my tongue is oily, they love more punctuation. tissues frittering
muscles addicted vomit to a plush while couch.
upon a cactus, it
became a ribbon, I partook of liquor roses. the greatest to have done it. so
tremendous a lover. never so much between us.
but a queasy soul
pure violence as inside a still portrait. aside a lily, fleshed by water, we
wade to a miracle wedding. clouds are screaming. a gargling sky. adroit by a
singsong voice.
I awaken to
tenderness. I’ve been rolling around lately. much effort to seduce poison so addictive
in romance.
