Before the full moon is in my hair

Before the full moon is in my hair

& the wheel of my skull

in the most scandalous & iridescent prayer

scratching itself under the mattress:

you said you were going to adore me

A hysterical hyena laugh emerged from the backlit

crucifix that hangs around my neck

Oh, how that cross hangs

Oh, how the poppy wants to cut words

go faster than a speeding bullet

but of course, without disrespecting

We have sacrificed so much

the sun rises & there is no remedy

We are awakened again

to support your gaze

mutual distances fall asleep

If nothing amuses us anymore

why force things

Let's do it for the lion and the whale

let the moon howl

& the calendars turn your cosmic wheel

if this is the end of the world 
then it must be a joke