I rock my so green passion this night
I rock my so green passion this night
Rattling among the dreaming waves
A horror in threes, but green grasses one
Scrawling a despot groaning the sunlight
Masquerade faces still not the beating
A gentle look, ravens have yellow mirrors
Yearning the stone that environments all
As a perch singing his mystery
I drink the blood of this so flayed sun
Mother heart which way turns
This in-burning triumph of spirit?
While I drum my wrist against glass
Clamping a cleaver to this leaves
That rise up like worms that go
To all good things and all things done
Virus me to these swaying elms
To calm the clam-shaped bleeding
A sonnet among dunce-ridden stones
Reeking the odor of mankind
A listening; infancy springs death
I rob the chambers of sleepy walks
Born in soil encumbered in unrest
A goaded intestine
Oozing the mortality of fish
I dock my sweet remembrances
In eye flutters that you scorn
Feverishly praying the winter
Held between song and leans
Driving my skull tonight
Holed up in anger
I hill my sleepless sheets
To a angel with razor teeth
