Tongues rise

from first blood

to the death

and a twined

chaotic

chain of command

of legs and arms

Convulse against

all kinetic laws

 

The  slap of a primeval beat

lands over  the skin

And  red eyes

see my curse

with both hands

locked onto the crime

taking  everything

from this gunpoint heist

 

I will  preside

over the funeral of my limbs

Drowning on that wavy brown hair

Meeting the scalp

Demanding  abrasions

to be conquered

 

By  all the materials of this world

Mahogany, stone

Cracked porcelains

Sheets

And all the cataclysms

Of spit and cum

 

Just  then

The Hindu avatars will fall

like dominoes

A  choir boy

Will stain his erect secret

 

And the missionary will hide

his clenched fist

on his mouth

until there’s blood

 

Only then

Mercury  awakes for departure

With burning wings on his feet

Arriving at the gates

 

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