First rhyme ever sent
caused pain.

Hung up on me
never spoke to me again.

In poetry hung
a deadly fore-edge.

Did not pretend
to comprehend

dangling spoonhook 
swallowng my pen.

Brazening out
after hungers raw 
tragic meat.

As if tearing 
at its crucifixion -
a wild gallows heat.

Hermes wandered in
tuneful and allective.

Contrary 
doleful 
unrepentant.

Divine conveyor
of underworld souls

rattling with mischief,
hunger and grief.

Along with the wisdom 
of an enquiring thief.

Shimmering with cunning,
safe-cracked the sublime.

That haunting swoon 
sepulchral,

honeytraps, 
of the divine.

Lovely villains 
of my ungentle crime

literary inquisitions,
and the obduracy of rhyme.