The candy isn’t sweet
anymore.
Not since you stole the boo
out of our zoo,
crucified it to
your frazzled broom
as if off to some
heavenly oz you flew.
I wanted to be your wizard.
But I failed,
like your God,
failed to offer you
a heaven without hell.
I wanted to...
In the simmering calm
of the red-orange leaf
firing a sinister moan
for a hitherto moon,
full throttle force
sweats the night-skin;
the sky is burned tattoo,
inked in raven sign
groaning out the sound of time
with sensual might unknown
to the sacrificial
strength...
In the calm of the red-orange leaf
firing against a blackened moon,
in full throttle force
the sky itself, a tattoo
inked when slime became time
and distorted the unknown
to the tranquil
strength
of stone against stone;
thrive upon the writhe,
ravage the rage of lost
and torn,...