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A Toxic Spirit like HIV in Me

A Toxic Spirit like HIV in Me An incubus or succubus is in My chest—too hard to tell if it is male Or female.  It injects a mix of sin And sexuality.  My heart is frail With stupid love and so it takes the dose As if it were prescribed for endless joy. That spirit...

Recovery Road

               Recovery Road Forget the sense of melting when your chest Felt waterfalls of wonder from your soul, When tides came as a wave, a glistening crest Which washed your heart and left it kneeling, whole. Leave memories of warmth behind, the shape Which made...

The Rest is Silence

          The Rest is Silence A vacuum-like presence fills my veins, My arteries, my heart, yes, mostly in My chest. These vessels for my blood have stains Still where pulse used to course. Each ulta-thin Tattoo that love has mottled on their walls Is ugliness made up...

Lightning Bolt

               Lightning Bolt You know what catastrophe is.  It cleaves If you are fortunate.  It cuts your chest In two divisions cleanly; slices, leaves Your heart in halves.  This fate does not molest You other than to split your guts and soul Precisely down their...

The Sum of Life

       The Sum of Life Love “has no great influence upon the sum of life” ~ Samuel Johnson He tots up all the numbers, money, words He listed in that dictionary, wrote In books and articles, and all the turds He shat from all that food that made him bloat Up...

Perfect Bliss

               Perfect Bliss Love brings divinities immortal bliss. Eternity of loving only they Can have as they can live from kiss to kiss In never ending sequence.  Groaning, they In pleasure with each lengthy meeting of Their lips, ten thousand eons lingering...