The raven doll
This moon is my pickled nerve
It grasps my sides, by spear
Feeding the wolves
That rests hidden beneath
This quivered lips
Teeth sharp as stones
Morn shedding across the lawn
Blinks of foot fall
Words that excite my ruins
A marriage through fingertips
I am shamed tonight
Though you, who call me sweet embraces
Injure me so much
I need to space myself in two
One that requites all the same you spew
And another filled with ravenous anger
To swill every putrid falsity
And become incarnate
A demon of his own means
One who can look a cheerful eye gaze
And yet hold his ghosts
Tight about the breastplate
So as none can see
And play a fiddle around himself
I saw the raven last night
It drank my eyes
While I heard it’s shadows
We played upon our consciences
I told of you
She leapt in me
Bleeding from arteries
I slept soundly
Awoken to a beak around cartilage
To have someone nestled in my heart
Felt as clear as pain
And I stopped; the flowing stopped
And I drank my fill
Of the juice of me
But it is the witching hour of night
My friend, saved me
Because that night something
Needed to die
And my petty heart was a loose limb
The chaff
I have no need for these foolish thoughts
Love is another 4 letter word
As dirty as the ground I tread
And yet, I yearned for you
More than you realize
But you reminded me of my mask
My dear deadly acquaintance
Spun webs of truth into my brain
The chains free me
They whisper the gentle winds
Layed abed through the ages
Cross-armed in warm bosoms
Mama, please save me from these dreams!
I’m longing for insanity
Because I feel numbness
And I quit my former person
Laying the bones
Neatly in line
But your image distracts me
So I continue to paint the my stars
Blackest light; as much as I can see
