Our last thread
is dead
closed for business
you too are gone
sending me back
to the time
midnight
beat back the clock
like grains of sloe ice
melting on hot skin
in cold air
where you ever there?
it's that time again
bleeding
and on the run
hard to lose
soft to bruise
when a sick belly
feeling for the *****
tied her desires to you
in truckloads
"the monster and me
are real good friends"
once again
all sunshine
ice cream,
big eyed dreams
not o'er here dear
more akin to
black knights,
hemlock &
screams
freshly pealed
for your sonic pleasure
take me home
to my father
let the river
wash me clean
so I may
emerge as a dove
this sentient wanderer
is in dire need
of some paternal love.

© J.C.