Lucifer, who can understand your blues?
I can: the Lord invades my piece of sod
to set up a scriptorium, introduce
true indigo, and build a Roman road;
he knots my blue veins till I can’t refuse.
It is Ex ink. Do not
wear bright anything. Keep your Never person
laced in the dark. This is natural.
It doesn’t matter how fast you are going,
after a thousand full-length prostrations
you will leave a sweat imprint on the ground.
It must be my embodiment fee.
I made this little sound for you to wait in.
I tell the infinite. Too kind.
I will sieve the ether for her she is so nearly here.
has a very kind eye said
an ultraviolet soul with ultraviolet
We’re in the beginning, babe. What the sea, an urge dammed,
thy sex drive unbuttoning the vale but not the wall, milkingly hard
up on it as a man versus narrative and its corpse done to, this tower
kicking out the wooden garden lock, nickled with lust.