“Moving on from no place left to go”
We’ve been nicked by the place
from bunched knickers
and watermelon juice
helping was no choice
you have stolen
a belief in throned angels
goddesses with fangs
roped the diamonds, bulged the veins
a killer mazed in
the pattern of a drug rug
smoke exhales, gun after gun,
a genie with eyes poked-out
above a bubbling phantom lake
a curse to get to know you
pull out the bandaid of the skin
let the pins and needles in
I’m lava for you, gorged at the peak
and strangulation, the wise horse
rides like a dusty vagabond
through the fields of your apprentice
leather fingertips drum and to lie
with you laughing, slicked toes and joints
and kissing turns to jam
together forever and over
and down with you, a silk bird egg
smolders the closing bolt, doorway light
bounds the slipped grip
canopies the burned forgiveness
a dropped feeling brings the magic
lifting to each and every teacup
for a golden liquid
holes your throat to train whistles,
bloodied threads of undershirts
wave from the prickers,
one drip will spiderweb the pain of plan.
nicholauspatnaude 
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