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crimes w/in a passion
Jack Henry
i melt all my fears
w/ trembling hands,
past visions spiral
up toward an ambivalent
sun, vapor trails
trickle across asphalt
roads divided by barriers
made of teeth
she never offered love,
only pornography
and taunts to raise my
cock, her lying smile
leaves me awash atop
jagged rocks, throat cut,
blood rivers fill
ponds of dying fish
left alone w/blue veins
filled w/salt,
my hungry teases ambitious
thoughts - signs in Arabic
caution my progress but i
left reality well before
i found you
wicked winds gentle
across backlit stars,
my timing suffers
from malnutrition and i
think for a moment,
perhaps she meant me