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The Black Fire Blues
(or "The Loneliness of Evil")
I've a need to kill
on scorch or sight.
I am slave to the bind
of a grind,
a wretched excess
on two
restless legs,
a torching beat
from slow-black
strikes,
& rat biscuit-brief
on the boning grief
I am crypto-fried
in passion's ash.
I whiskey nip
to the speak
of ghosts...
peel their
pretty pink skulls
on the culling ledge
& lost in screaming pitch
is my yawning itch...
an azure moon in my eye
& luck on my side,
so I am scaling crisp
on snakes of smoke
to the choking cusp
where my innards erupt
unknowable source
from the sparkling beam,
a Sanctuary-coil
about my throat,
rivulets of steel
from balls-to-brains,
an abandoned swoon
still croons the ruins,
I fox & fire
from crouching weed
& post a lean
on planted seed...
(so now I've a
thick n' sticky
shaft a grass
for each an' e'ery
lass er ass:)
the meat n' mead
of iron moments
where scale & testes
tap & brain.
I lash & laugh
at the rushing gash.
You've the need to love
upon torch alight,
you slave to the bind
of your time or mind.
I freewill-burn
on two restless legs
as a scorching beat
from the darkness strikes.
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