13 Jan


Go back to your basement

where nothing evolved

sink back down into brackish waters

warn your evil daughters

and everywhere I revolve will lead

right back out again

to the same dreaded circus

the rodent hole, the chapped jeans

sent to an anonymous vampire

with moon dust on his pointy shoes

a crotch full of lead

crouching flowers

wolf rain, the man made of murder leather

wakes to wait, holding his flame

neath your chin

my memory of you

as a mummy in the desert

since you have no money

put your heart in a cage

address it to a speculator toucan.

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