Twelve hours ago the butterfly superior spread its brilliance over a pyre

of sedition and surprise

In the hall of fire the rockinghorse of ancient orphans splintered

in the caress of a demon who fancied himself still an angel of the skies

Twisted

crawling

the animals and the whores effervesced burning blood

into a sentient river dreaming lagoon dreams

The voids left behind warped into amalgamatic

syncopatic dances

open and full of dervish moments replete with a thousand

beautiful lies

as the boys wiggled in suprasense

like transluscent melodies worming through the sky

The clouds mirror dragons flying through a spinal mirage of femme fatales

who growl with disdain beneath the preassures of sacrifice

and adulation

We made love in the oceans

with the dolphins

and the whales

feeling so inferior in blueness

in the aura of their passion and beauty

She was sweet and unrelenting

moaning uncertainty in the cabin of the Mars explorer

down on all fours

crying diamonds out of crytal eyes that refracted the world below;

she was home all alone

calling out to dead astronauts lost to the chasms of space

as the stars entered her in terrifying ecstacy

The hummingbird touched her proboscis to little flowers swollen

with raspberry wine

not understanding what had gone wrong as she watched his corpse making circles

in freefall

the blood droplets spun through the air

and the stars spun beyond the porthole

in a diamonback’s cool eyes

I wanted only to swim in strange lands

in painted bliss

wrapped in the skin of blue midnight jays

but the rains came down hard to drive the villages insane

to move the young daughters of the archmage to dance through the acid

screaming and laughing like girls out on the town drenched

in neon and e

The ancients came to huddle beneath a peach tree in the west

to crack open the shells before the mother and the father of all the worlds

to bring forth the last bead on the strand of Time

and lay it at their golden feet

The room held dust and memories

a rose dried in blood and tears

needles to say, he cut her soul out

and ate its screaming mulberry sweetness

Rhythms came to a crescendo to smash the young shaman who wore

eternity inside his silver pupils like a pearl

to the ground;

the raven broke free of his ribs and flew east

She was a harlot and a hellish delight on the pole

but they came to pluck her from the branches of silver city nights

and chained her to an ancient tree in a great, dry desert;

vultures came to drink her bitter tears

her breasts were filled with blood for the freshly dead who came

rotting and weeping

to snuggle against her heat in the night

she was heroin and mesc

a dove with bloody feathers and without the wings with which to flee

the arms of such massive needs that came to nurse at the fount of her soul

The twins were full of dry wit and sarcasm

one wore the skin off a bedazzled cobra

the other a hyde

of human flesh;

the bride was dressed in stars

her eyes a pair of earths

her hot skin like Mars

she was sweet enough to eat

was Nadine

The people gathered at the dying shores of the last sea to sing

the ocean notes of aquamarine with dying whales and porpoises

but that was eons ago

and noone remebers those creatures now

or the earth of our ancient dead

The woman cried too much

so he emblazoned her eyes with blackberry kisses from those big hands of his

she did the same to the child

the child to the world;

the circle wept but did not stop

We dove through a mirage in a pseudo beluga’s abdominal cavity

to a time taken from us

where the laws of physics were written in stone;

my how we laughed at all the shenannigans wrought

across the lands

He panicked

and vomited as the vapors kissed his soul

the nonhumans didn’t understand since they did it all the time;

he took one in rage

another in anger

a third he disembowled with a blaster and dove into her wet remains

to wear her like skin

like a shield against himself

Drunken hours swirled through a crystal into which gazed the last dolphin left alive

as she struggled back onto dead lands

to fertilize the parched earth with her salty blood and tears

The woman came in a robe of leaves

the sun

her crown

woven through her fire hair

she took the black thorn from the lion’s underbelly

she gave birth to a black wolf’s cub

brought forth out of the milk of her breasts a dove so white

to it there was no compare;

legends of the earth as woman abound to this day

                         ~Wispy wings unfold anew with glittering mucus

                             black wolves nuzzle a thing like an angel

                             or an insect, it all depends on perspective

                             through their tears;

                              she has regrown her wings and flies

                               but will never forget them though space took them too

                               in the end, space took them all~

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