The InditeCircle

amnesia

december yawns empty and the world
has amnesia
for the winter's bloom is reckless and
plays with my frozen fingers

but though it has a nipple perfect as a
moon
and my hand runs softly through my hair
the feckless heart will not sleep,
just beat

the stealthy warmth hides the swift light,
between its pale thighs
as night's glaring eye joins death,
day's rape is gone

here

the sun and night

the sun is gazing behind the trees,
licking their woody clits,
in the day.

by night the trees rape the roads
while the street shines black and dark
and oblivion is faith reversed
in god's seedy eyes.

placid puddles of water drunken the mind
and we drown in your fleshy bone
stiff and hard as a suicide's cumming death.

the riches that trees hold is for animals
and its face in the winter is murderous,
a broken angel with dust as wings
the pensive stroke from the night,
in this sweet bliss