Monday, June 27, 2011

abandon your tight-*** ways

abandon your tight-*** ways

a demon infected you
gnarling your fingers

feel his hind claws gouge your bowels
make your splitting tongue be still
so words echo down the caverns of your thighs,
conversant with the ground.

his snarl ripples from your face
the melted mask trampled as
hypnotic hooves unwind their dance.

exultant thoughts caress your spine
broadcasting aliveness
like the first crows of the morning
like the last crows of the evening

as you abandon your tight-ass ways.

1 comment:

Bren said...

Returning the honor, even though it means I have to read poetry at six in the morning.

I like the blogosteed a lot.