Singing in The Fire ✅


Caught like a fish,
down your wishing
well pants

mining for body parts,
treasures
in the tameless.

Holy hellions,
angelic pleasures -
alighting
alighting

fishes biting,
skully wags and skidmarks
vitals fresh
in bloom.

Restless masks
of Venus,
tyranny scattered
in the divine

pineal body
of the shadowy
and the sublime.

Bee wilder’d
by the fairy tarry parry Larrys -
the wind milling
sank u warys

the timeless
the borderless -
damnation alley
singing in the fire,

dangling on a bridge
beside a rope -
to jump, jump
into the waters below

and be caught like a fish
waiting for the call -
A sleeping groan,
beside her phone

where tire hit the tree:
A stygian mining rootstocks,
a maze to my oblivion...
rumbling like the sea

succumbing
to its treasure hunt,
wing clipped
like a bee.

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One response to “Singing in The Fire ✅”

  1. rattling nice spot to read

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