what do I know?
grew up in
an inferno
burnt to a crisp
before I knew
fire, desire
lakes of mother's
ire in the floating
darkness, tarred
and feathered out
like strokes of paint
fainting bruised brushes
a likeness, cast as harmless
but somewhere
in there
is me
how did I come to be
a knight against oblivion
fighting for love's recidivism
flights across chasms
a trick of light crossed
with Genet's plight
no marble lions
at the gates of the temple
you created
trying to entertain
I see all the cracks
from the love
you confiscated
the blisters
I kissed to
bear the strain
you're king of utopia
in your kingdom never
a single drop of rain
(the man in the moon danced and turned his face away)
(they rip the vines from the earth while the mind of Venus withers)
(I'll hide under the bed until all the screaming stops)
(Will they ever find what I once was....in a great big haunted house)
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