anima mundi
a torn goat

headless mother
blue marble body
a living corpse machine

i eat you
eating me
dinning at Lemarchand's crib of blood
Abrahamic hell
God washes your mouth out with shit
and death for your sins
and sin is in you
every impulse a flagrant transgression
with innumerable atavistic wounds
like a head full of tearing eyes

butter yellow blink mouth
like a strutting pigeon
squanders the language
of pebbles and seed
purging a lush colorless blood
waltzing down your chin
while you speak
muted and phonate

the minutes pound
like blood rorschach blots

the image
exfoliating flesh on a cage of bone
while your feet shake in search of the ground
as life departs
in a shapeless aria

i am here
your pinkerish poem
a spectral eminence

and when you die
i will hold you
like the pear of anguish
and shed a thousand tears

dyeing myself
and I take my dying slow
in you
for you
with you

the water stills
mother of all balms
oil of forever night
a sailing death addict
married to a shadow