Untie the laced lines
you keep within, I'll stay through...
Poetry, no one knows you as much as I do,
you are not beauty born from roots...
Black mascara runs
down my forehead...
Fathering a goat herder,
Mothering its father...
Wrath Is What They Call Me, Child.
Won't You Let Me Stay A While...
Stone, shadowy edges...
“The sausage! Get the sausage, please!”
He screamed as he fell on his knees...
A Tarot reader
can't explain...
Letters entangle as my speech webs
like a black widow, it flows and ebbs...
A man may regret many words unsaid,
or lips he'd only ever dreamt of kissed...
Finished with ink stained hands
smearing elusions onto faces...
MY DEMON KING
I sense you standing near...