1. Teething Fatherfound his footingin the earth.Mother worked to liveas far awayas able,with her bosomonly stablein a gentleman's embrace.Fathersifted soil,takingwhat the dust collectedmourned;he adorned themwith the closureborne by shovel'sscraping sighs.Mother likedto feel her thighsagainstthe desperate fingers'rape.And what was I?I wastheir rusted ringsmistake:a breaking,bound to ache formore than marble seaswith skeletal surprisescreeping past the seeds.I am nowthe chain in links;the swayingclink and clankconnecting napesto anchorsrunning deep.I invite the dustto sleep;
2. Glinting, Glaring Thisis justthe teeth;the motherearth,the fathersheet.Everymomentever afterlinkedby weightedropes andalabasterinked.O softprofession of the rippling thigh;Oh, softobsession brings the ripping nigh,for Idecidewhich elementsyou keep.
3. The Six We arethe six feet sown,and we are stillwhen the ink has flown.We are the linkbetween the motive shownand the discreetmeaning 'neath the grown.So view the chainwith a vision steeled.Heed our refrain blueand crimson peal.We are your anchorin the breaks revealed;we are your footingwhen division keels.We are the chorus,and we are sealed.
4. The Folly of Rings I callwhen all naturesleepsfor you;for youhave been madein streets.You sproutedout from a corner,sweet,with no clueyou'd soon filla coroner'ssheet.Your petalsbeckonmy incisions'grace.Such beauty, flauntedonly deserveswaste.TonightI proposea new embrace;the anchormarriedwith your metallace.
5. Chloe, The Bloom Isankswiftly.see my eyeshang;empty.I walked the nightdank,tempting.Now I shall liesafe,six feet.Oh how I loved,before the anchor.He was my first,no pity or anger.We were to wed;he was my savior.My steps behindcontrived my languor.
6. Constellation Interrupt Cherish this tear at your skin,I swear this is barely the precipice.A glare on my fairest of instrumentsalights on your hair and your silent lips.Oh, shineand shimmerin our secret momentas Ideliver youas my atonement.
7. Hesper, The Evening Star They cherished the wear of my lips,the way I precariously angled my dangerous hips.The glare of a stair unlit;that light was my lair and my fairest friend.So fine,no sliverof unsightly format;my spinewas rivenand my shine made dormant.
8. Two Tongues, Forked I ask foryour hand,but knowthat I demandan answer.Hide your teethand keepyour fingers crossedthat I'm justsome romancer.We are linkednow and forever;I suggest youchange yourplans, forif a healthy earthis fleshand bonethen dear, you arethe cancer.
9. Ophelia, The Serpentine Charmed,they all have been,a swarm of garbage-breathing men.Their melodiesand sordid whimswere tributariesI did swim.Their hands lappedrhythmically about my waist;dry tongues with drier veinsafter the taste.I coaxed the smilesfrom their face.I'm not the kindto be someone's waste.They left their markssame as I left mine.they plundered the riveruntil I raised the tide.Undergrowth the perfectplace to hide,far from lawful bootand unscaled hide.but hewas teeth,and sharpat that.
10. Laced in Leather An utter disappointment.Being the fourthto meet my anointmentI expected more,and honestlyshe gave me less enjoyment.Pent,the way she did prefer it.Spentquickly, but far from perfect.I found no challengein her releasing,because she foundthe first cutstoo pleasing.
11. Rebecca, The Bound My lips were proneto leashingby the livesof lovers left.Under darkened skymy dears decrieddesigns of thoseless deft.I bound all fleshwith my quickimprovisations,spine erect.Because nothingfrees the spiritlike a bodymade subject.
12. This Swallowed Eve She sang;a light in thedarkening night.Such enlightenment fellfrom her throat.I prayedwith all of myimpassioned mightno unfortunate soulheard the note.The rhythm subsided,the still of the nightgranted restto all musclesenraptured.Then, filling my eyes,the advancing sunrise;such lustin the bright suncaptured.
13. Usha, The Daybreak My voice alightswith the dew dropsdrowning footpathsseldom perused.This dayexcusedfrom my lips.O, my last living kisswas a brightnessgifted to depths.Six stepsfrom the trailto the grave;six bodieswith brandsand soonnames.For our squalorwe cannotbe keptfrom arising.Grant us canalsand we'll sing youcapsizing.
14. Directing the Flock Inspecting, inspecting.Dirt diggingpremature wormsin a panic;squirming andfrantic,frenetic and hectic andclose.Too close to flyat first signof disturbance.Perching and quiet andblindto the rising surface.You can squawkthat no bodydeserves this,but I'll clip your wingsas I prophesyyour submergence.
15. Sibyl, The Prophetess But I will not be silent.You breed burial,confinement;an alignmentwith all soulsno longer breathing.But the beatingof the ravens' wingshave meaning.Your misleadingcannot compensateyour seeding.Chase your fleeting timewith pompous wordsand crimson line.But take me as a sign:You desiredto linkour spines,but your willis notdivine.
16. Misleading This packed-earth ceilingdrools over arches;he rasps his teethin bedrooms.Wings stirred dirtwith serious marchessix feetfrom solemn treads' tomb.Still his chain thirstsabove the water, parched,dry-clanging for ademure doomwhile his father seeksa comfort; bargesgroan close to themin loom.
a. Worm's-Eye View the honor of a sonthe nature of a thiefplanted in the groundrusted past reliefa method to the gravesix calculated feetthe dust collects in fearmarvels at the teethtearing at the throatsthose who work in sleepmachinated pulseclockwork in the streetssnaking past the starsprophetess' speechchains amidst the bloomwings in marble seasover every corpsechorus ever singssuns that never risemidnights only screams
b. Caniniform I've becomequite awareof my teeth.Namelytheir glinting,their glaring,and sharpening.All my edgesare indiscreetas my wordssaw onatop severed feet.Then:a chain,a scream,a link.Sacrificed fleshgiven weightto sink.A taste ofrevengefor an actof heat.The meaningof beingansweredsuccinct.i gave my heart to his that daythe sun set on our warm embracebut brightness fades and shines give wayin time i found my heart and feet misplaced
Sta.sh
