Blood-letting in love or sorrow

in love or sorrow

these are this times
i bare my chest beside the wall covered in older years' paint scenes
pastoral pleasant by the bedside manner
a string'd nose
through the rim

in love or sorrow

i lay bare in on sheets
floral duvet spread
rainbow colored heads poke at eye level
in bed
of men with knives bare
ready to cut loose
let.

let.
in these modern times
spin
space is made for this well
of
sacrifice.
i entertain and created expand electric blooded
through recorded recordings
still spinning create melodies
of throned strings
knives as gods
god of yanni how do you say
in my ritual space.


this these times that do spin
form trinities
in veins that stretch
hold stones
hold needles
ready to pierce and release

the energy for an hour
enough to stutter.

depiction of-
depiction of-
rings of circulated oxygen
breath is blood
memory swells but is not inflamed
fire out and both in
magic real dream space.

it doesn't care to know
but sees

flow' red
petals
in hearts
manifold   in darkness
as dark as
the metal sky screams purple
in winded times
spin
in storm-driven times
one hopes to look upon the moon as their own
sun
who rises again to sacr/scar/ed
or sanctify
suffice it should say
nothing is lost
in wells of tears been ready to fall
fall in-the face who venerates
vulnerability
on god/dis like
dress fell flat on their face
to turn upskirts way up

and just lay
splay arms out

to let in one more dream from afar
and spit out
one more dream from afar
to see more spins
in the flick of a finger
that does not feel pain
but notices the sensation of angels
noise angels who writhe with life
at the touch of an angled
drop.


of anything.

audio