Archive for July, 2011

Selaphora you sing like your mother

wide eyed, open mouth’d a lover

sucking, without words, a bottomless

horn of perverse plenty but you, you

would rather flirt the hunger of wyrms

wipe dragons blood like vermouth

from cheek or thigh, jeer ghasts while taking turns

to grope the harpies teat, scorceled by songs

of heroism? You? Heir to bitches’ whore?

She’d as soon pull an enchanted bung

to stop her vent as bind children’s sores.

But you, Selaphor, the light to her dark

square same to hit very different marks.


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