Friday, June 26, 2009

An Old Love Diddy I Dug Up (edited a bit)

The Flowers In Her Hair Were Carnivorous


The morning sung
with a voice like phosphorus
burning flesh

The rising sun
remained hidden behind the clouds
daring not to challenge her

like Caligula we danced…

A God fearing woman with a fetish for blasphemy
and for just a moment

the devil was jealous.



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