Let spill the sizzling hilt of sword
that dams your flooding blood with steel
the lapping blade, its greedy stains
which bring the coping rain.
My vision blurs, I sink and swirl
and every cell within.
my poison will never win
I vomit ink to cure the meat
of pages of empty sin.
Make me a steak of refusal-fate
and I’ll spit in my hand and grin.
I’ll slay whatever filthy hound
would cut my bile with gin.
I don’t know who I am when all these wordlets nip my skin
What is this uncertainty
My sneering-heart decides.
I de-rail love and time.
Flooding-oil turns my skin
Blocks the stars and light within
Every laugh is tainted shame
I CANNOT BEAR THESE BURNS AGAIN
Open doors are invitations
Haunting curses, lamentations
Seal the entrance, bar the wound
Make your heart a gravel tomb.
Good blood burns like smoke and bone,
The current tugs away my home.
My flutter-feet desire the wind
My gypsy gaze pools distastefully
I do not want any of this future
Why nothing? Because I am
And in pain
What, of course, the acid burns my chest
The ice cubes melt my rest
I feel sick and dark instead
Colors blur my blood-beat, dead
The shadows bleed deep in my veins
I know now why my heartbeat strains