Saturday, September 30, 2006
you &/or me, eurydisephone
apocalypse in the bone. hold me closer, fine firey marrow.
could the psycho in my eyes be seen? when lined with black
those eyes turn colors.
wrap round me smokelike all parts. keep meat packed up
in red and black. hold me closer, firey marrow.
i'm going home like salmon
fine bright and filleted,
crazed in the eyes as apocalypse in the blood and dark ventricle.
the left and right one. the right one. when hearts attack.
eurydice had honey stuffed up in her marrow.
persephone breathes life down after dark. hold me closer, cold hell and ownership.
let me at that red dark pack and let
me eat color-eyes.
Posted by sra at 10:37 PM