While through this hornet's hallow dives
I.
While through this hornet’s hallow dives
Huffing along skin-driven worried
Sallow-faced urchins layied awake
Inside bed-blooded sheets
I seamed across my tree
With a single-minded shock
Festooned in crowds of carnivores
Dressed of oblivion in a pucker’s pillow
Hauled as a dim sheet
Upturned as mary from monster
Gifted in a wedding gown of creepers
Vocal notes priest not me this cruel dawn
II.
Yearly spanned a banshees fingering
In a cuddled-spiral world of shakes
I rapture my soul in silk
God-ridden twice blessed, always a sinner’s toil
Crawling a white walls echoed-shudder
Into sputtering words spun by spiders
As I lay dying in a shroud of mist
Encompassing my frail figure
Yearning five-folded christ
In a horrid morning
Bled of tears and muffles tear tripped
III.
Hanging the dripping eves of summer
Ghosting these drop-dime rooms
You sink a soot in my pool
Coined of quivering indecision
As I cut my lips on sordid top-turvy steps
I dreamt my genesis
On a ghastly perfect bedded hope
Yearned the peace of winter
December’s fire in a fickle foe
Burning the autumn as I tumble you
Through eyes jotted in ink
IV.
Fur dripped the gap teeming
As my feather falls hallow
On this sparkle you phantom away
But true speed is hunted
Whirling leaves, dirt, and looks
Into a singing of dreaming winds
Laboring my murdering candlelight
Robing my honest screams
A sweet blue eye cry
Nonetheless, it is not that
V.
I cross rainy tides in dry seasons
Budded in shakes and chaos
Haunted in glory shocks
To shutter my flower-fiendish songs
Misted in a haze of ire
Feeding my breastplate
Words waxed in holy rhythms
I give up my ghost tonight
Crushing tips that god me
VI.
Howling the veins in me
Green circled-serpents hiss
A raging syllable of refusal
More tearing crows spill innards
Sung on sundays’ vanilla hues
Rose in this whored out minute
Painted in Lucifer’s brilliant body
And stoned as cold as Nero
Splintering sides as tide and sparrow
VII.
We summon the dead as break of light
Hillside streams the apples
Fighting the dreary eyelids
Heaven-bred in a faeries’ fiddle
Though my heart be masked and stolid
I heart-spent your eyes in pools
Feeling thrusting cold waters
That dream my soul-spent days
Vampire a madness buried in earth
Etching mar’s gutted warrior image
VIII.
I drive this hinted sweet passion
In chambers of red and velvet
Adorned in bloods of purple
Keyed my loins as I walk
The nightmarish bouncing walls
I delude myself
In houses of heartache
Cherried to these so true glances
While nothing binds them
But I post with my pen
IX.
Yearning spins the waking walls
To skins of trouble-winged ears
A silent dream, a gout in pairs
Queened my position this lord
Poisoning my favorite well
As my corn is treaded
By beastly reason
Slashing about in waves of red
Fettered my spirit-numbed horror
In a clouded hand
X.
But I tower this fevered skull
I hold in spells of grief
Kissing a beehive
A catalyst to carry on
Which I scream champion
To my inner ghosts
But i reach forward
Because I hold all I have for you
Hidden in my breastplate
Dripping stars I kept safe for you.
