I am the destroyer.

A tidal of 

Complexity and hedonism

A true nightmare with

Yellow hair and a

Certain level of toxicity 

That will burn right through

Even when it no longer 

Feels good you'll be just

Another poisoned victim 

Of the wide eyed serpent 

No heart, just a gathering of

Adequately curated intentions

the phoenix is tired
too many lives exhausted
she lay in the hills of ash
comfortable in rebirth

but her heart is alive
gallons of raw and fresh
blood for her raven
who is not new but
so dark with claws that

will carve a soul out of
a lost pile of bones
writing a pretty sonnet
for the skeleton
in the wind.

hi, angus.

9th, 4th movement

and i will capture you
to save us because
your face near mine is
the closest that this
tired and poisoned spirit
will come to divinity

let us stay tucked far
from this world that
will only fray neat seams
eight limbs so in love that
they tangle and entwine
constantly, clothed and naked

two mouths, one breath
into your neck, your hair
everything i write now is
my adoration and thirst for
the sole king, the renegade

you come from the part of  me
that is hanging off the steep cliff
where the mermaids go with
the long and tangled hair that
wraps itself around your bones and
lures you into my poisonous hips
full of too many words, they spill over
and the familiar torrential storm that
rides into you, alongside you

i am the neptune you are
weary of as we make love against
the september twilight and the
wooden chair where you wait 
and wait for me.

i will keep it pristine, immaculate
through this murky cesspool of
half-truths and fading yesterdays
this love will triumph and come
radiant and gallant, like my man

with every care that remains i will
drag it, aimlessly, passionately
to the other side where the sun
has never burned her light
the humble home with tiny windows
because in this cavity is where
her moon is caged, a prisoner.