Purificación

The wrinkle-faced lady with the golden teeth shivered

Shimmered Ukrainian

Against the backdrop of somber faces

Almond eyelids drooping from the strain

Of these days consumed by such dire stakes

Heart gambling on the least sure thing

In the gaming hall where unknown sadness looms

Weaving tales of impossible bliss,

Tongue-tied & tortured

By the thrilling threat of smitten kisses for me

Please do say hello if you meet the missus

History classes,

Foggy glasses,

Robot love on Seoul city trails

Through this thick fog of people I can’t see the sequel

Lured into a hollow calm,

The fortune lady’s lies sound like gibberish

Just spears my ears

My Western womb suffers; cracked and broken

Tearing into tears of lovely dead gutter poets

Piling on the imagery of my unified perversity

Seizing on the tragedy of my Foolish, Foible Folly

The ballads bleed onto the paper dripping quills

Perks, I pine for pills and comfort rubbing legs

Together under the cover of classic quilts

The chickens chirp and the crickets burp

Out rotten songs beyond the conscience of my beers

Shifts the gears,

Lying eyes brought down to the valley low

Where I’ll go,

Then I’ll glow,

Worming my way to my soul through the maze of night

Blackened bleach,

Snatch the sneetch,

And shake my fist at the sun that stuns

Clutching guns, feeling hot & empty like the desert

The desperado stands tall and scans

The distant sands for the love that will not wilt

Thou do what commonly causes current angst

Teen-angers uproar trip switch, please modify

My machine lingo malfunction

A dingo ate my maybes?

Maybe she starves me of my laughter.

Maybe she robs me of my second-sight.

Maybe if I fail to mind my magik,

Maybe my mind will never make it right.

Out of these old-fashioned playbooks,

Random romance rags

Zines en scenes everyone seems to know, but me

With corner-pocket eyes,

To ground, nose down

With fiend-like hunger,

I walk a line scene unseen...

Disappearing links to the past,

Bridges burnt,

Cinder box char

Doctor notes,

Dog drips,

Flea dips,

Steady slip

Into something less comfortable; strait-jacket malaise

On my side face plant pillow furrows plow

Feeding cash crops from leaky lids

How this love thing fucking hurts!

Harming harmony,

Humbly hammering shield,

Forging Flaws,

Diamonds damage manual theory

Daft draft designs deemed too ambitious

For feeble-faced,

Man-child minds to muster

Mastery over the forces of Choas

Dancing beneath furrowed brow