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her words spoken daydreaming reality

baby rocks

tripping roses on the ashes within her

godforsaken box

save the sisters and fly for me

while the snakes devour your cross

burn your eyes yes and fall down below me

or taste your flesh and refuse my loss

spider-dance around the sun

and come with want why ask for some

take my heart into the flames and always

forever just always

shelter my dreams of fun

cry mistaken burning some candles and so

of the past

or else crawl towards the gun

and talk big and talk away fast

where licks the lips of your starving inner child

while the snakes return for the kill

take pride in me and lusting face-full of shelters

and by god you whim

fucking learn to feel.


Originally published in The Flesh, Bat City Press, 2000.