Damn up the wall 
hither end 
of paradise.

Partaking in the imp 
possible
and the impossible.

Net flowers
from evil.

Cease 
cease 
seasoned scoundrel...

Sweet devils 
funk
licks the brain.

Barter
trembling with ardor.

Evil requires 
a net 

to remember 
and forget
and regret

linger where 
fulgurate. 

Beauty in the lie
dangles 
where killed
and dead live
live live

where snapped
and fall into none
takes all

at mysterious registers
of mortal horror.

Wriggle 
hanging 
belly over balcony
in Venice 
anyway turning 
in circles
arms stretched out
into your arms 

hyphenating 
the hideous
pilfering 
the perfidious

quest 
and the guest. 

Bridge 
of signs
last vestige 
mad rape of the divine.

Falling through time
whence 
and the fence
convulsing 
riots
of freedom

bobble head 
drowning at sea
flapping
dead wings 
awake awake

the pestiferous 
and the free.