Blood in the mist
a spectacular
flare of life
stuck between
broken ribs
on a crushing
exhale
cars flash by
spreading bone
trails
pulling a red
pulse
between grass and asphalt
but
they never quite
kill the doe;
Pan’s hoof comes
down hard on the break between my nimble feet
unhinging my
spine much like a flare
beneath my
reptilian hindbrain
unwrapping civil
me like candy
I am an animal
with wild grace
in my hands
with life in the
stains of my palms
I always kneel
my leg bones made
of coagulates
my eyes rimmed in
vertical light;
mercy is a sorry
excuse
for the burial of
my lightning fingers
inside a beating
heart
silencing the
agony
with ecstasy
shooting surreal morphine
deep into my
wrists
as Pan hooks his
wires into my vertebrae
binding me
yet again
to a dirty
twilight
Pan calls shotgun
hooves through
the window
claws a tippy tap
tap
on the side wind
of another
shattering day
of a doe
a deer
“No more feeding
in the Pines, damnit Pan!”
one black marble
eye
depthless as a
singularity
orbits my black
diamond and granite heart
wink, wink,
he asks
“My lovely,
hunters are fair game?”;
Personal
Pan, how I love you so
My hands in blood
prints
camouflage nere’
do well
under the speed
of my tilted hands
crossbows strung
in trees like damaged fruit
arrows bent
through the grass
bullets unspent
under the crush
of Pan’s hooves dancing
his lute untamed
the music
collapsing inward
on a thousand and
one dead men
“Eat them! Eat them all up!!”
the monster ball
in a clearing of
fig trees snapped through a filament of decaying atomics
unprincipled
my child delight
Pan’s mad delight
let us dance in a
pond of blood
before we take to
the open roads
on speed bent
sideways
flying through a
vortex of transparent lives
on transparent
crossroads
screaming so
softly
no one
but the monsters
hear
and answer . . . .
copyright:2011vssmd/amusemusepress
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
from UnFairy Tales from UnderLand
in bookstores Dec. 2011