"The Salivating Few.”

by michaelw1two madgirlslovesong and re-edited by michaelw1two “the body of solid blue, My Prayer, that I; might clean away the rust, in the crevasses, in the hinges, of my sick soul; come, with God and Gold and Pearl, make them blue once; with holy water, come, peel away His hot eyes; abrase my skins... praise my sin... see the sea shell charms, compare me, collect me; boil red dinners, for which I indulge; and barter, the pearls that sat, upon a satin pillow, inside my ribcage; Brass -- Violence -- ghost sheets and halos — winds and wallops, a white sea; laced by quantum oil spills, shaken injured sparrows; prayers, flutters and ash - the rush, of purple - winged shadows, that strobe light knuckles; to Deliver From Evil, place upon packed clay; a cell that ticks – submit to the vertical bind, Eden, serpentine wrists and spine; to stay is a question, an enemy, built on the backs of atoms; building, Eve's spare bones and ribs, how to escape, She Knew... she flew... not, from pride, but from friction, the searing orgasm of resistance; she dove - dived downward, anticipating the raging ground; the Light illuminated, the love lucid loss; leaving, the bliss of the blind." Michael Darrell Walker