I'm in my little inferno and
Mt Vesuvius groans from
the deep, rich earth.

Bow down to me,
kiss my leather soles
heel and all,
beanstalk man.

Lilac perfume
powder and aroma
laden and heavy in
the air, -- languid.

Writhe and
seethe, and
smash! Rebuild and
kick and
crash.

O, my blue
eyes and sun spot
hair. I am the harp,
you pull the
strings so
well.

boy-flesh,
death rattle,
I arise out of youth
doused in kerosene.

I bask in the sun
like an old farm
cat, illuminated--
cadmium yellow.

inside my heart is a hive of 10,000 bees,
buzzing and pouring honey,
sap, through my veins --
thickly, slowly,
in throes of
ecstasy

left myself to
desiccate, without
ripening. a drop
from him is
all I need.

animal, beast --
come from hibernation,
reveal yourself in
a grand
naked
finale.

a soft glitter, stream
out like a
faucet.

I felt it! I
felt the ailment.
And all I could
see was red.

suppurate, seethe,
writhe and let me
see your teeth

I take it in
moderation like
waves in the current

news on the
block, guillotine ---
shock me, put the stickers
on

And all I could
see was red.

how foolish can it
get, everyone dabbles
about love, about
rain,
break up like
bread

recycled, steel mill
these alloys have
broken fast
just like your
pity parties
and all the balloons of
cowardice

Us girlies in our
cots, our beds,
rise at the sound of the
morning gunshot.

half past 8, the blinds
bolted shut like
some sort of gilded
prison

put on these socks
now, o
rubbered and friction
you don't want
hepatitis
now.

the bell jangles, no
that must be the phone and
8 foxes of the den
stand in a
line.

phone home will
you, doktor calls with
your paper cup. run like
you're freed and
ceased.

lukewarm water, O
now is she on Lithium?
nine hundred. the
morning gunshot

fires into the
ceiling speakers,
ringing like the
salvation army.