Thursday, April 18, 2013



Cerberus licking
his stone wrinkle genitals…
A fever of 103
I survive the lecher's kiss,
Continue to swim in light

Pure? What does it mean?
Sharp as the tongues of Paradise
Are sharp
Sharp as Hiroshima rain
Radiation turned them red

Eleven days and nights
Water dissolving my liver
I barely consume any food
It’s the pain of having lost my humility to love
That keeps me from a hospital

Yet Paradise is not an option
The fever subsides like an old whore
Counseling a virgin
And I go to see a movie
Then rush back home to bed

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