Mute

                Bold Zulu God 
In my dreams 
I see flesh dripping 
Like candle wax 
            Coating my tongue 
      Like white chocolate 
It sticks to the roof 
Of my mouth 
So I can't form words 
           Instead 
I use my eyes and within them 
You see sign language 
Of the heart 

Speak. 

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A Bed of Dollar Bills

Death wears a crown 

Set with a golden dove 

Surrounded by gems in 

Blackened blood burgundy 

Such headgear holds the image 

Of a halo and the weight 

Of a lifeless vessel

Like guilt upon the shoulders 

Like the ruby eyes of a bird 

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Kings in the Grass/Queens in the Slab

A divinity that is affection 
Searching for perfection in man 
Child-bearing hips 
Ass like a full moon 
So thirsty 
Sippin' cyanide 
Poisoned by 
The beauty of the beholder 
That lies in the belly 
Sorta like survival of the fittest
Fattest thighs, fitted jeans 
Barely tapering to the waist 
Taken in at the seams 
Like inhaling and taking a 
Long, slender finger 
To the back of the throat 
Bypassing glory 

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