Midnight
criminal metabolism of guilt forest
Rattlesnakes whistles castanets

Remove me from this hall of mirrors
This filthy glass

Are you her
Do you look like that
How could you be when
no one ever could
~~~

Poet of the call-girl storm

She left a note on the bedroom door.
“If I’m out, bring me to.”
~~~

I dropped by to see you
late last night
But you were out
like a light
Your head was on the floor
& rats played pool w/your eyes

Death is a good disguise
for late at night

Wrapping all games in its calm garden

But what happens
when the guests return
& all unmask
& you are asked
to leave
for want of a smile

I’ll still take you then
But I’m your friend

Wilt with time,
Wait to bloom.

We the children,
Of the doom.


From a seed, a vine did grow.
From hellish worlds below.

From this hearth a fire rained.
To suffer, wound and maim.
Calamity and and countless score.

Calamity for countless more.

Heathen beast bent of love
Cast asunder those above.
Leagues from saints.
Dark of soul.

And  innocents, you stole.

Made to wander.
Withered we.

Pure of vengeance.
Fallen he.

those that follow base desire.
Make for him a Sappers fire.

Into dark, and far from grace.
Our purity,

He will debase.

Dicarded,
you.

Of will and why .

Distance.
Damning.
Hope a lie.

Fornicating vanity.
Brought the demon,
Into thee.

For the ******,
Laugh merrily.

The
Sin

The
Cost .

The pain

The fee.