born with the blood of ajax
a curse to want heroism
when it's all poison
this unspent love could shatter your bones
arid heat of a july summer
i was found leaking from
the open wound of a chiseled chest
rashes reside in the chambers of my heart
expectations of golden fleeces
of my name written on parchment to be read
reality of a purple death
consciousness living in her pursed lips
a hero cries while watching ***********
stop, i exclaim, they're hurting each other
sobs crescendo with moans
never feel like you have forgiveness to give
my strength is in my fingers and not in the sword on my waist
it's plastic, a rapid death, elemental paralysis
the director lined the bodies up to emulate a mass grave
the groans make them alive, and i stand in the middle of it
i've conquered the ******* of spirits in the screen
write of my anger, let me resurrect in the seeds of a poem
she remembers
pleasure oozes from my cuts, tears in my eyes
as i swallow a larkspur flower in the middle of july