“Beneath my Steely Exterior Lies a Fragile Vulture”

11 Dec
“Beneath my Steely Exterior Lies a Fragile Vulture”
When we growl when we drool
once I saw death in the buffalo of a nickel
to be beaten with a pillowcase of kisses
those lips eloping vampire phantoms
beneath easy street, behemoth of leotard
fanned evenings, easy vigils
we were doing the Charleston
where gods of skeletons feel
in squeals of murderous
let your eyes adjust
there’s murder in the bakery
half-smiles, lines out of windows
daft shrubbery, pruning leers
licking used bandaids,
brandishing this cold and elder place
where recipes and spells rain down
the wisdom of the forgotten
and hailed a taxi made of hail
the wolf costume fits
these jaws: the iron of you.

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