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| it was the kind of room you dream about in quiet horror a perfect spread-eagle bed with curtains only fear held back slowly the ice melted and mice crawled through the window there was a stained glass echo floating around somewhere bending with the holes in the floor so so many I lost count somebody told me the flower died it didn't move-- I know petals only get soft when they're... fire orange cat walks in & pearches on the bed post one paw on my knee the ideal metamorphasis dreamed up to me coughing something was stuck & I couldn't pull it out feathers only swallowed & butterfly nets please I counted ten & ten the number wasn't evil so I rested my mind an ol' hebrew came up and squinted me with his eyes steel-rimmed echoes I didn't know what the hell was coming down rupture me maybe when I light the candles tonight one of them will sparktouch my finger so I can finally feel pain & it will mean something I came up to his striking steel eyes and tickled the hard to them dance for a couple of songs my legs started to ease down but butter gets too soft so I froze there churning hips and fluttered lashes (wonder what will happen if the lights cut off) hopping all over these rhythms that touched off the power of seductive imagery red pretty dresses washing away the stains predominate red so I followed him out the door new steps we gotta practice |
| went to a garden I rose and could smell the afterlife dew he pulled me down for further acquaintance never felt anything go pastel like that before but after awhile the colors deepened to wine & fire. |