Ring 1 (Subject)
1. A Genealogy of values
2. A Polemic
Scarred motion/ the broken tissue again/
toward/fresh motion cast for liquid/ the
ways:/ emblazoned paycheck abides aerosol nights/ for a combustion of promise made/promise false in dank crevasse leers attending the conversation less a swallowing of pride begrimed third fourth fifth eyes on clear frozen coolers
Flesh is reopened nightly to pull in
Clouded alleys where cats’ meows
press into the solar plexus crowding
A singing song mute beyond bars
Of glowing slits in blinds cast shadowy
affairs, that imprison outside wanderers
evocative memory of great torment reeling
the invoking caste the slumber in mind
my alley heels clop-clop shred the pace
of bodies colliding behind venetian slits where
blind sex spreads for bejeweled crown and thoughts
of what late night calls to parliament could
request, for honor such, 1 crown forged turquoise
ruby across the black trim of my alley
for the flesh I make writhings, sweat we taste
forced to
by gems of turquoise, amber and all gold trim
of loyalty crow
of thorn cells peace of wandering eyes
are self-deprecating and ratting at blinds bars
at half mast projecting naked woman full sight
tween angels trumpets the taste of her purity
rattled, poisoned seeds of Jimson Weed
This sight means nothing but to stoke desire
In
The subtlest romance of night sounds
And skylight trails no longer follow her unmarked trails no longer is this tincture remarkable so has the rug, the quench been pulled from under days with fragrance of pasture dung a gloam of birthday cake candles shine now all in vein reminded of her unmarked trails
slits in blinds
Tone of lost souls lost
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