Shadows convene
at the edge of every alley
one foot planted in reality
the other against the wall
smoking cigarettes by the carton
breathing in the toxic waste
of a choking humanity
and out come black fumes
so sensual in wafting
from nostril to nostril
even the prostitute looks up from her slumber
and pleasures herself once more
together in twilight
they burn the ashes of dead dreams
and light the fire of forget
roll in the cunning of a serpent
and blow it as sweetly as a promiscuous witch
sweeter than the honey
that drips from hardened nipples
hanging lower than the blade
of guillotines sent to punish the adulterer
strip me bare and beat me blind
I scream I’m yours, I’m yours
as the skin peels back, dancing
to half time
throwing fuel around my feet
the soul gasping for air
raises itself higher on the cross
while the aborted fetus bleats
I love the menace inside
every day I age
she makes me young again
