her words spoken daydreaming reality
baby rocks
tripping roses on the ashes within her
godforsaken box
save the sisters and fly for me
while the snakes devour your cross
burn your eyes yes and fall down below me
or taste your flesh and refuse my loss
spider-dance around the sun
and come with want why ask for some
take my heart into the flames and always
forever just always
shelter my dreams of fun
cry mistaken burning some candles and so
of the past
or else crawl towards the gun
and talk big and talk away fast
where licks the lips of your starving inner child
while the snakes return for the kill
take pride in me and lusting face-full of shelters
and by god you whim
fucking learn to feel.
Originally published in The Flesh, Bat City Press, 2000.