there is a piece of a black trash bag
clinging to the branch of the bush
amongst the plethora of foliage
which hides me, so I may sleep undisturbed
from the cops shining their lights
informing me the railroad is private

I find so much inspiration
in this piece of a black trash bag
as it still clings to that branch
as I awoke this morning
effortlessly it resists the winds
and invites insects to inhabit its space

I find so much art
in this piece of a black trash bag
as it inspires me to create a thing
from what initially seemed as nothing
this black, reflective piece of a trash bag
brought to me by the winds of Chaos

I find so much spirit
in this piece of a black trash bag
The Ouroboros, The Yin and The Yang
the destruction of a star and the creation
of a black hole, of which feeds the other side
as another star dies, on the other side as well

so is the end
and so is the beginning

Mothers and Fathers in us all

Fire, we are breathing

ethereal roots draped down upon me
slithered around my skull like serpents
sunk their teeth into my skin
and released a poison in my blood

my heart beats, I breathe
eyes dilate, breathing becomes *******
a wet and warm sensation
tantalizes my skin and loosens my muscles
as if I was on a ship in the midst of fog
a pirate, with no destination but here
mystery lingering everywhere
in the rocks, in the trees
in the tones I collaborate
with the gravity of I and all that is

my guitar
my lover, for the night

everyone watching
and listening
to I and her
like *******

though I did not mind
especially as Josh watched me
he would actually thank me

such a gentleman

always beaming with light

so, it was so refreshing
to hear about what he did not like
in the presence of my deep and dark tones

he thanked me
for enticing him
to greet his demons
and let them fly

it was nice to see such a gentle smile
in the presence of the black hole

he truly is
a gentle man

I wandered off to the restroom
turned on the fan
listened to the hum
and forgot why I was in
if I was out
and why I was everywhere
as I sunk to the floor
my head tilted towards the shower
hand extended out
to the mint garden on the floor
and there I was
greeting that which was all

I had missed these conversations
speaking to me of memories
of dancing with ghosts
and a grandfather within a table
sitting there in the living room,
before that wretched television

the mint leaves came alive
swirling around, like miniature galaxies
singing in tiny sighs:
miniature black holes
exposing their universe
to another
and the other
the same to theirs
and the same, same
to I

then I arose, feeling as loose
as the raging seas
and followed this feeling
to a dark shed in the backyard

therein, I found myself
in a black hole
a perfect fit
for me
waiting for me
waiting for my ship
to collapse
within its pits

I lie on the bed
my back flat
hands over my chest
head swirling around
as the Earth does
around the sun
and the hips
of an attuned woman

and there I was
shapeless
death
ready to live again












"Father?"






"Yes, Son?"




"I'd like a beer."


"One's on its way."



light poured in from the back porch
and blinded me

Josh, Brian and Moses come in

Brian only for a while
as he drifts off somewhere else
maybe too light
for the heavy waters around me

Josh,
he is in light, "Of Course"

Moses, says something funny

"You know, sometimes
it makes more sense
to drink your own ****
than to have a conversation."

I burst out laughing
a dark red light fills the room

"Right? 'cause at least there is water
in your ****.", I say

I look over to me left to Moses
and he says, "Exactly.
Would you like a beer?"
"Of Course."

when Moses comes back
he hands me the beer

and it is then
when I see him clear

his face, a yellow-tinged glass
demonic in shape
translucent, exposing black underneath
with red eyes
floating independently from him
as if they were a separate entity
one made its way towards me
the other, towards the door

I can only guess
it was towards her

and he smiled
and I heard the glass crack



SHATTER!




SHATTER GLASS DEMON!





let out a laugh,
I hoped he would

though only that cute smile
he always shows
showed its presence
just enough to not expose

the truly brilliant
and shapeless creature he is




I drink the beer

and I am sober.



the night

was over.

four arms, two legs
supporting one head, with three eyes
wearing five serpents as ornaments
slithering around us
hissing their wisdom into our ears
as we rested atop the skin
of a tiger, desire

I could see him, in us
extending out his six limbs
two on the ground
two on her
and two on I
and we were within one mind
six, six, six
one mind, with three eyes
the third, sought to destroy
Kama, desire

to right her body
into the form which she deserved
as ashes
of which we wore on our skin

she spoke of the hunting
of skinwalkers
extending out so gracefully
towards me

we were within one mind
with three eyes
and a crescent moon
lain upon our forehead
eternal in the midst of Chaos
in the midst of evolution

destruction,
for the cause of transformation

my claws extended out
as light is pulled
by a black hole
of which was her
and my lips loosened
exposing my sharp teeth

and we worshiped one another
in our destruction
becoming exposed
and feral

so I let out a yell
in the middle of the street
in front of a mother
and her children

as we were covered
in the ashes of Kama
the end
of all material existence

rest our garlands of skulls
over our necks
bowed
and said goodbye

now Shakti swims in my blood
and dances with my Soul

for I am still in
that black hole

headed out, in
to the other side

truly, Chaotically
enjoying the ride

dynamism in in me
as I live, Truly

I would take out a bow
sharpen it like a blade
and play your body
until you've bled out

if I thought there was
any real music in you

now, all I want to do

is dance around you
like I'm playing the banjo
romping around a bush

singing a song
with no words

just la-da-daa
da-da-daaaaaa

daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa


daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa­a

daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

pluck, ****
**** and pluck some more


light you on fire
and say,

yes,

I see now why you might be blind

yet the bush was already on fire!

if only I had enough **** to put it out


but it's dry

the **** bush is so **** dry


you're on your own friend

'cause you're far too far


from the river


I could use a drink myself

words came up from Satan's home
slithering fires, hissing in my ears
pulling on my thoughts
as if she found the instrument in me
the strings, of a baritone cello
played in a deep and dark room

six, six, six
we worshiped one another
like demons playing with fire

her thoughts
extended out
from all dimensions

my claws extended out
my sharp teeth exposed behind my loose lip
as she spoke
of skinwalkers
and we laughed
about anyone ever caring too much

we can change
oh, we can change

oh, we can howl
and they run when we growl

we can change
oh, we can change

and they shudder
as if they could shake
themselves loose
from existence
and we laugh
dripping lava from our mouths


my apologies
alcohol spirits

they make me

want to dance

they make me
feel free

so,
don't you know

I let the spirits
of Chaos flow

it was my way

of saying, Hello

glide the sharpened blade
of a sacrificial knife
up and down my wrists
then up to my throbbing throat

so similar this seems
remembering her fingers
glide across my skin
as we became like the Sabbatical goat

neither her nor I
were either inside or out side
we were as Baphomet
and we did float

brush strokes, of our blood
used to paint the figure we were becoming
something worthy of worship
as our nails dug into eachothers sides

Oh, I could feel her ferocity
trying to get inside of me
Oh, though she could only follow me
as I follow her-like the moon and the tides


her soft lip, whispered something to me
up against my warm throbbing neck
as her hips continued to sway like the seas
and she said something to me that put a shake in my knees,

"I love to feel your heart beating
deep within me, like a serpent's in me
now feel mine on your lips
can you feel us?
Can you feel
when our souls kiss?"

I had to hold on tighter to her
as she did to me
as we spiraled away
into certain bliss

our bodies were no more
nothing but ecstasy we became
boom, bloom, eyes like blackholes
and like nubulas, we came

and there we drifted
within what is us






I am not sure if she ever came back down
her presence now is like a winds gust



so I sit here
with this sacrificial knife

teasing my belief
in tangible life

finally, I get a smile from her
as she stands in front of the sun
an so innocently says,
"Ooh, that looks fun"

"It is,
it's better than pictures."

"Even a mirror?"

"Yes, even a mirror"


"How do you do it?"

"Just breathe, and remember."

"But, what if I bleed?"

"All the better, take a sip and remember."













"We were dead, weren't we?"

"Yes, my love, yes indeed."

structure
firm and strong
surrounding such fragile filaments
filled with blue blood
coursing freely
involuntarily
like a river
with no end
 
oh, what a fall
a waterfall
crimson red
when we are dead
 
pierce me
rip me open
tempt my core to implode
and create a black hole
and follow me
to the other side
knowing well
we will both enjoy the ride
 
these bones
and this blood
they are nothing more
than a portal
 
and the closer I get
the more I bleed
for something I love
the closer I am to whole
 
Chaos consumes me
and suddenly
this blood and these bones
have nothing to do with me
 
rip me apart
my love
 
take me so far down
that I am above
 
make me question our understanding of heights
make me question what we say is right
 
share this fruit from the tree of Good and Evil with me
take a bite of the fruit of the tree of Knowledge
 
follow me, down to Hell, my love
 
until we've reached what is above
 
 
 
devour the flames
spill your blood
 
and give way to something greater
than the great flood
 
be a God, my love
 
claim what is yours, waiting above
 
 
 
bleed, fight
let go of your structure
 
give in to Chaos
and simply do what is right
 
 
follow me down to Hells fire
and face the flames of your Soul
 
follow me down to Hells fire
so that you may become whole
 
 
I want to hear you scream
 
dig your claws into me and make me bleed
 
find me, demon
 
find me in my blood
 
find me, fallen
 
let me know we are One

her soul leaked out from her fingertips
as she grazed his neck underneath his beard
and enticed him to move in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
 
he fell in love with the smell of her sweat
as she teased his lips with her bare chest
moving in a manner
much like a snake and its charmer
 
and they were strangers
dancing to the rhythm of no music
charming one another
like serpents, entangled as lovers
 
though, lovers of what,
this man asks
as he finds pleasure in her deep eyes
as if he was watching burning skies
enjoying the rise
of a belief in one singular Gods demise
 
for he questioned what was taught
when he looked into her eyes
and asked himself,
may all I was told be nothing but lies
for I find myself believing this girl to be a God
and I find myself standing on Lucifer's side
 
and they remained like serpents
her and I
biting, poisoning one another
moving as if we would never die
 
oh, Lucifer
let her burn
as she finds the irony
in the wet she yearns
 
oh, Lucifer
how did you know I'd love to make her sweat
how did you know
I would love to make her come
 
how did you know
I was not the only one
 
such a sad romantic, you are
finding pleasure in the destruction of stars
 
oh, Lucifer, light bearer
giver of tempting fires
 
let us die
as we give in to all our desires
 
dear Lucifer,
let our fires expand higher
 
let us slip into that black hole
and fall in love with the other side

bending, curving, twisting to grow
searching only for what it needs
why can we not all be
just like the trees

standing firm
in day or night
so persistent
eager to fight

branches, guided by deep waters
lifted up, seeking the light

play music for them
and watch them dance

as you wonder of ether
and come upon a transe

how do they hear
how do they feel

I say, they prove
that ghosts are real

I say, I may
speak to my dead father any day

for, he is not dead

for he, neither you or I

have nothing to dread

I spoke to him in mind and spirit
as he passed away into a black hole

as a star, as a new beginning
he is now whole

everywhere, is he

my father, a God
now omnipresent

as the imaginations in you and me


I hear him, still
just as I see the sun

I hear him, still
as I soak up that sun

it's  interesting how a physical scar on ones body when healed becomes the  most sensitive skin. I see the metaphysical form of ones self as quite  literally the physical form of ones body. when you've got as many scars  as I do, your choice between Being or  Not Being becomes more drastic. there is no medium. there is no fence  to try balancing on. so you either become completely numb, or.. your  body becomes pure fire, flames reaching out in all directions, Heaven,  Hell and to all the deja vu's which immediately woke your spirit up.  your scars then simply become realized as nothing more than your Souls  very existence. those things you cling onto, they are understood as what  it means for one to say, "I choose, to Be". so I've learned to wear my  scars proudly, as I believe them to be rips and tears within the fabric  between what is physical and what is metaphysical.. they've been torn  open, by my will alone. those who were once seen as murderers of my free  will, then become forgotten within the fires from a place where I do  not feel pain.. where nothing but the urge to feel and fill all with and  within soul exists. there is no need for a shield, or a weapon. only a  simple deep look into an others eyes and a silent hello.. don't gotta  let 'em know.. they know.. like the lions prey knows it has become food  once it catches the glare of the lions eyes, peering through straight  into their skull, from only four body lengths away.. and when you're  layin in bed with a beautifully scarred lover.. that deep look into the  eyes, ignites you both, skin and bones melt away and expose two souls  feeling, seeing, smelling, tasting and hearing every last tip of the  eternally expanding universes grip, and your infinite connection within  it.. pretty much.. how I would imagine the Big Bang to feel like if I  was the Bang itself, and my lover, that massive black space, just  waiting to be filled, to form and create... She is what made the Bang,  Big.

c'mon, let's go dancing in the fire
I know you know it will take you higher
I was dead when I met you then
and I am dead now,
as dead as I was to this world the first night I laid my eyes on the moon
and let out a howl
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
:
you've got the power to move the ocean
and you know that is my favorite motion
tidal waves collide by your side
I'm on my ship enjoying the ride
oh moon, goddess of the wolves
don't waste your time on those fools
you'll sink their ships
they'll frown as they drown submerged in the dark
you'll sink their ships
and find their growls and howls were nothing but barks
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
:
there is a fire deep within my bones
I know you know that fire birthed from your moans
you were there when Hells fire rose up into the nothing
received its flames and created the everything
the origin of anarchy
the origin of you and me
it was love,
a place to call above
a place where destruction
will only cause creation
Heaven
I am the lone wolf
you are the moon
my sharp teeth
will sink into you soon
your heart will explode
and mine will have already burst
for it is pounding heavier and heavier now
for it is you I thirst
soon, my moon
you will burst
c'mon over here pretty lady, ****, ****, ****.
c'mon over here honny, fill, fill, fill.
****, ****, ****, ****.

I'd just like to meet someone.
 
there was a girl I knew who would follow me,
as we followed our souls,
into the deepest parts of wherever we were,
when we were merely 4 years old.
 
I miss her organic smile.
 
I imagine her in the roots of trees
giving birth the the air I breathe
simultaneously whispering into my ear
telling me it's alright
that I've got blood dripping
from the sharp teeth in my mouth
as I wander into the depths
in search of the biggest of meals
on all fours.
 
I understand, further now
why the lone wolf howls up into the moon
despite his dissonance
from his pack.
 
I am dead
I will always be dead
and anyone who wishes to love me
will die as well.
 
therefore
I see it only logical
that I have
no hope
 
for a wife.
 
 
nor a life.
 
only a memory I may be
some great amount of years
after my death,
 
just like all the rest
 
who chose to live,
 
in the breath of something
too large to ever be filled.
 
some, thing
which had already been killed.
 
some, thing
never capable of being spilled.
 
someone, of which
all dreams are revealed.
 
never sealed.
 
I'd just like to meet
someone real.

                 isn't it funny                                look so much like capillaries?
hey Lindell,                    how the tops of trees
                 isn't it funny                                look so much like capillaries.

thick, solid bone
leading to the slender shoulder of her

teeth, and soft, moist lips
grazed up against this solidity
with hands sliding from her back
to her hips
pulling her in
and pulling her out,
like the mysterious void
within a black hole

every thing Is

everything is Not


her shoulders
sway like the ocean
as mine do the same

like two moons

like two seas

like two worlds

like Gods


wet teeth, tectonic
slide down to her breast

gravity, it seems
possesses my hands
to grab her by the hips
and lift her up


her legs, like the Oroboros
wrap around my waist

and I am devoured
and she is devoured


a sailors ship:
a clavicle
a lovers hips:
the raging seas


and her wide, wild eyes;


Death


so I drag my lips

bear my teeth

and let out a moan

which is thick

and solid




which both loves and laughs
at death



Mmm,
I love that clavicle

I love,
the taste of death

I love to prove
I have an infinite breath


Oh what a dream

Oh what a dream

we
are somewhere
in the middle of punk rock and metal
you and I

as the metal rips through your thoughts
and opens your mind
to all that this chaotic universe is
outside of this tangible reality
those eternally burning stars
allow us to touch
then explode into oblivion
to a place where Lucifer and Jesus mingle
those serrated tones, they continue ripping through your thoughts
murdering anything disconnected from the balance of chaos
they nail your body to a cross across the universe
as you have asked to die
as you have sacrificed yourself
admiting to the need of a revolution
and this
is where your soul will forever lie
until the day you die

the vibrations of punk rock
form themselves into an infinite pack of wolves
and bite down on your skin
so you mosh and mosh
ripping yourself apart
for all who mosh around you
to feed on and join
their words
the teeth of wolves
dig into you
igniting the lost connection you once had
to the tangible world you live in
and as they continue to rip your flesh apart
until you have been torn down
to nothing but bones and organs
then left with a choice
to bark
or to howl and growl
as they beg your soul
to fight
for what you have always known is right

thousands of years ago
Plato spoke of shadows
of puppets
cast upon a wall underground in a cave
by a large fire
burning behind its viewers
warning us of being lead astray
by the warmth of a fire
we never turned around to see

yet still, we are amongst the shadows
yet still, we choose to ignore
the instant burst of growth of the fire
as bodies jump in
at 27 years old
embracing the idea
of the death of death
and those willing to stay and fight
their howls and growls have been lost
within the fake copies of their brethren
wagging their tales
and ripping children's faces off

and so
we
are somewhere in the middle
of punk rock and metal
you and I
as we wonder
which is giving in
and which is not

what does it mean to die?
we ask
as we die
then rise again
what does it mean to live?
we ask
as we live
and die again
fading into
something real
something tangible

and so
we
raise the dead
and so we
raise the dead
and so we
raise the Dead!

and so
I have loved
I have hated
and to jump off a building
would be as in my dream

it is all the same

the blood of demons
drips from my mouth
as I have accepted their existence
as nothing more
than the blood of angels we were before

you can see their blood
fall down
as it shoots across the night sky
emiting such brilliance
distracting you
from the belief
that a thing such as destruction
ever truly existed

there was a girl sitting at my grave in the middle of the woods at night
she looked like she was born to live under the moonlight
I came up from behind and told her that it's alright, to dance on my grave
'cause I'd rather laugh about all those times we were told to behave
she asked me how I died, said that the train rider wanted me dead
he had an empty dollar figure reward on my head
I turned around and showed her the knife in my back
came around full circle and said, let's never look back
'cause I think too many people say that and never mean it
yet for some reason I believe I mean it when I'm looking at you
'cuse I think about all those times, I told my gravediggers to beat it
yet somehow when you stomp on my grave, I feel new
it's why I came out from underneath my tombstone
'cause I felt something that reminded me of home
it was nothing more than a vibration
a sound I was within, where I've always felt alone
sorry if my boney hands frightened you
as they clawed their way up from underneath the dirt
sorry if my dangling eye ***** made you feel uneasy
I was only trying to flirt

she told me that she thought she knew me
never saying a word
and when she opened her mouth
out came a blackbird
as if to say
hey
I think I get you
as if to say
hey
I'm grey too
yea the black of the black bird clashed so beautifully
against her white teeth
I think I knew that this girl most definitely
came from that place beneath
that place which seemed at first like Hell
a place that seemed so far away yet so close
a place that feels
as familiar as the haunting of a ghost
yea this girl was braver than those I knew most
braver than the Devil
braver than Jesus Christs most daring boast
when he died on the cross
and said it was God who he loved most
yea, she started laughing
yea, we were dancing
we were dancing on our grave
laughing about all the times we were told to behave

so sweet and so dark
so dark, the flesh of hers so sweet
as dark and deep as the roots of the tree
which bear the nectarine

eyes that may possess
Lucifer and her demons
to come out and dance
'round the campfire
to the rhythms
of her fiery Soul's burning caress

yet so ****** her beauty is to those who yearn
as she does not tempt those who love to burn
only stand there, before them
and simply say hello
from the depths below
where her infinite fires bellow
where she wields a boundless yell
in her eternal conquering of Hell

her beauty could never be expressed by me
and anyone who dared would die, surely
within the attempt itself, in a waste of breath
vain they are, misplacing their pride in her beauty-
'til death

shadows of her dancing through the woods
run through my dreams and compell me to die
I can feel her aching within me as I fall in love
with the way she moves as she dances, oh I'd die
oh I'd die-

as she dances as if there is no one around
as if, she aches for anyones presence
as if she'd only seen their faces, act as masks
hiding their souls from this Earths greatest distances
and so-
she is a ghost
and so-
I die, if only to fly
flip a coin
pull a rose pedal
***** my finger
give birth to metal
rise up from the ground
and raise Hell
just to have
a great story to tell
so she may sleep
a little softer
in the breath of Soul
I have to offer

so, you see
she is too beautiful for me


the beat of the drum
will never cease to come
it will drum
it will come
it will drum
it will come

oh I will drum
and she will come

so you see
she is too beautiful for me

for someone needs to beat on that drum
someone needs to beat on that God ****** drum

and this rhythm, may as well be my own heartbeat
for I would die to continue watching her dancing feet

The taste of cigarettes has become a trigger
tugging on my memories of intimacy with women
the mere thought alone of smoking is ***
I smoke a lot
lighting that cigarette with fire
inhaling that smoke
that sensation tingling through my veins
exhaling then inhaling
again and again and again
sometimes inhaling deeper
and exhaling slower
I love to watch the smoke plume out of my mouth
and linger in the air
it's such an intriguing contrast
between the oxygen and smoke
though sometimes I get lost in it,
this cloud of death
and see it bigger than it is
sometimes I forget to breathe
this is a habit of mine
pretending that I don't need air
I sit there motionless
as the veins in my neck
begin to protrude out from under my skin
and my head becomes heavy,
too heavy to keep up straight,
and my mind becomes light
then, as always, I open my mouth
and voraciously inhale some oxygen
I guess there's just something in me that wants to breathe.

A beautiful woman walks across the street in front of me
***, ignite, inhale, exhale
I turn up the music in my headphones
then, she makes eye contact with me with this look in her eyes
it was deeper than what was in between her thighs
and as if she could hear the music in my head
the flow of her body as she walked away swayed to its rhythm
this seemingly insignificant moment turned into something beautiful
it was euphoric
this simple acknowledgement of exsistence
of which I had experienced so many times before
had become enough to distract me.. . to distact me. ..
to distract me from the cigarette in my hand
which was now ashing itself
there was nothing ****** about it yet the after effect felt just as good
but it was a different kind of good
a good I could only feel from that moment alone
I looked down at my cigarette, now half gone
and contemplated on whether I should finish it or not
I stood up and walked to the edge of the sidewalk
and as I threw the un-finished cigarette down into the gutter
I realized that

Life is ***
there are so many things out there to ****
so many thoughts to ****
so many vibrations to ****
and I would like to **** for a very long time.

twisting, turning
piercing through ripe pulsating flesh
entangling, intertwining, in and out           
expanding with each inward breath
changing, transforming
as it leaves us
attaching itself to something outside us
waiting, anticipating
for the second piercing of our flesh

do not fear it
now that you understand it
my friend

after all

it is only oxygen

drenched in red paint
dripping down the curves
of her body-
of her body
onto the floor
which begs for more

we walk upon eyes
of the eternal Chaos- Ouroboros
in this home we've built
with the solidity of the swirling waters
dripping down from the vetiver
of where I first met her

those curves
Oh, those curves

these eyes, with no mouths
speak to us, possessing us
to paint the walls
as wild, as feral
as the thousands of sharp teeth
of the thousand wolves running deep beneath

they circle us
they consume us
like the Chaos
like the Ouroboros
they consume us
they become us

and so, it is so
we are flipped upside down below
running, churrning within the deep flow
we are the eyes, always knowing where to go
further than the mother of the winds can blow
brighter than the mother of Hells most fiery red glow

we are, drripping onto the floor
devouring, converging, begging for more
we speak in deep howls, speaking no words
lifted up, her legs wrapped 'round my hips, like the wings of a bird
moving, swaying, to the rhythm of my weathered sea legs
as the moon, moves closer to the earth, and begs, she begs-

to be like her and me

can't ya her the warring seas

can't ya feel your weakened knees

giving in to your warring plea's

blood red, blood blue
it is all the same
the moon and the ocean
have no name

the walls are painted
the walls are red
give in, give all
'til you've nothing to dread

give in, give all
'til you've nothing to dread

her words are like the wings of moth's
fluttering off into the flame to die

as smoke lingers in the air
from my smiling mouth

so sweet we were when we were children
yet now so bitter we are
existing as the words on the tips of our tongues
admiring the shadows of trees
cast upon our pale bodies
beneath the pale moon

that bottle could be bigger
as we beg for more silence
I feel as a vampire in the quiet
as I listen to the beat of her heart
churning her poisoned blood
expanding her veins
and raising her skin
from somewhere underneath-
fire
within fire
fermentation
of soul

and it becomes inviting
as I have aquired a taste
for Hell
and my lips are warm
and pulsing
loose like a wild flame
melting into-
teeth biting
and it is like the old man said
with no words
only wisdom
and blood on his lips

it bleeds out from me
like the raging seas
comanding stories
of ancient mysteries
only seen
by those who lost their words

"Do not waste"
she says,
as she notices the red
trickling down my lips

"Drink"
she says
and of course,
I do

just as one
bleeds their own blood-
with the sweet smile
of when I was a child
who had first undestood
what it meant to drink-
of course,
I do