Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

A thousand fires

I crave
Encrusted hope
Filled chalice
Blinking kindly
Under a sway
Of red ribbon
Upon a
Chance-less wrist.

Encourage the
Audacity
Brazen brow
Beating bullets
Back upon
A paranomasia
Of trinity

Stare
The mirror
And its
Stationary glance
Strangers seeing
Beauty
In ugly
And grims
Whittle life
Like a bone.

Sun bleached
Heart stopping
Pain as
Emblazoned curls
Spring rancid
Up, down
While no man
Is no man
Woman inherit
Fetal desires and
Burn them red,
A thousand fires.

September 7, 2009


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