There is a deep seeded desire for
eloquence about the populations of the
air flow that gazes unhinged
toward the most exquisite love affair
uniquely brazen enough for all the
worlds to see; as even Luna pulls up to
watch being mystic and intuitive in
her own right; is hopelessly unable to
tear her attentions away from the
lustful dance between the shear
definition of feminine seductive
power & the unrelenting virile
masculinity of the heavens.

I sit outside in the throws of the
summer evening breezes and
view what can only be ascertained
as the most magnetic divine
meeting of all of my days whilst my
living heart beats within its cage;
& Jupiter meets Venus in a
fervorous braid.

fathering an orphaned reputation
egos flash by, headlights glimmer
long legs of women, stretching across sidewalk
children swarming the elderly, beating until blood splatter
what a wasteland, my home
what a life, mine fleeting

glass is the night
she seizes in the street
blood spills from her mouth
tongue cut wide
little boy clings to cheap, plastic toy
*doesn't need to see this
*or maybe he does

her legs, propped
moaning my name
burgundy nails disappear, reappear
pink, spilling, toes curling
releasing a gasp, I smother her stomach
coming to, bleeding shame
am I civilized or my father
am I human or asylum