I know
what You do
Fire-Hand Man
Death God
perched beneath
that dart board
fondling my
red glass
(pomegranate
juice and gin)
with that red
red grin
as if I’m something
You could win
O
Great Named
Unmoorer
Eldest Son
I watch You
saltshake my concussion
in that cup
six-month amnesia
cleft salve I taste it
in the air bitter
as Hell
O
believe in Me, Thou
Most Feared
I know
how You yearn
a leashed beast
kept pet
two-season mirror
in flesh
deep-seeded
full-throated
full-seeded
deep-throating
I know
what defends
the crown
of My
desires
so
if tonight must mean
a few sips
a few spars with
Your pitch
red pitch
fork
Cock
well
then
Sweet
Heart
Tar
pit
tur
pen
tine
be warned
I
Hand-picked
these dagger shoes
just for you
I pain-
ted these Lips
royal blue
o legendary doom
i’d dress nice
this first night
if I was you