The Obvious Destination

CHAPTER ONE

downcast of shadows
the self denied
the self denied of hidden places
lost passages
pure volatile
dripping from the cracks that keep you
lost in parables
convulsions of the epileptic kingdoms that bestow
clean
thorough
antiseptic
scrubbing deep into the bone
condensing the marrow
taste perfected
the cattle won`t disown
the human man must be inspected
if i were to touch you
would you wither in my arms?
and if i were to love you
would you motion to disarm?
sense of warning

CHAPTER TWO

rigid from the petrified essence
estimated measures
celestial
in my presence
a stew of precious treasurers
reaction from the casualties
that surround me slithering
a transparent excess suppressing
pull the lever

CHATER THREE

fall - infected - down

miracles designed for success
all of us
are you harvesting with the maggots?
falling hard with dung on your breath
infesting what is pure and damaged
like swarms of locust feeding
born first
still in needing