Sweetie

Sweetie not –

crash dive, eaten alive

 

by torments bound

to Insect Wheel,

Coffin Fly that lays

 

boute-selle with visions

meat and chuck,

 

as terrors tightening

mount & f&ck –

 

bull markets

peak leak heap corrupt!

 

Profound & deadly

with dismay.

 

Not stop butterflying

the escaping wind,

 

whose terrors subsume

a carthorse of sin –

 

Love – fret and staunch,

countless taunts

 

what so costly

raises the skin!

 

Not leave again

this joint under-served

 

as dawn still cocks

where reapers converge

 

dares serpent-volant

to waltz back in –

 

As resorts from heaven

frisson a sly boots grin.

 

Forlorn, and hapless?

this willful musth

 

circles like flies,

impotent? restless –

No – arise! now arise!

 

Buggy? mazed maudlin

shaken & stirred –

 

Not kick over the vortex?

not swallow the bird –