No broken gourd of misinformation,
Cracked on the headless spine of an open carcass
Breeding divine fungi in the tawny mist,
A tempting kiss stolen across the breath
Of a warring ocean disengaged from its godly host

A show of camaraderie between the Algonquins’ shores
And the fragrant seeds of Middle Eastern poverty
Raining hard on the hearse brigade
Who pine for a short glowering makeup
From the old world princess
And her dungeon feet
Blackened with the soot of forbidden
Imprisonment
In the heart of Satan
Bleeding molten lava
From a torn face
Growing bearded
& Poorly aged
Anger in the tempest of religious man,
A cork-bottled nightmare
Emerging suddenly from the abyss,
Encouraging the lion’s stare
To recede from tropical gore
And inculcate the masses
Into a final tour
Beyond the ocean’s mountainous rocky curve,
Into the fathomless deep,
A gone strength won back
Into the human hand
Through deliberate desperation,
& feeling, with fingers coiled,
Giving fruit
To the first serpent’s pure and unclaimed gaze,
The low brush fades behind the artist’s ear
Impressing the abstract wonder of the fearless
And preparing a light
For here