A lamp powered by blood is called
a miracle and a legend
powered by blood is called a church.
I am not against anything
not even infinity I
just don’t want to be made to watch.
My consort’s head is burning hot
so I take it off. This is not
how compassion works but it works.
What of next? Next the headless man
and I go dancing on a death
til we’re dumb dumb dumb and blonde blonde.
Oh how I love a dumb blonde neck.
No universe tells it to stop
and put an apple in its mouth.
I hold my legs
like two chicken drumsticks.
I could rip them off.
I am capable
of nothing
but black words
on a white tongue.
God gave me a red tongue
and only god knows
who god is.
Build me a priest
gushing off
in the moonlight
with fishies that go
for a night swim
so I with open mouth
praying over
a dead rose
can gulp
that ocean butter up
and swell
like a baleen whale.
